Worth the Squeeze
"When can you eat?" the shopkeeper asked as I plucked my 6-pack from her mini fridge upon finishing a CBD pop-up. Right now if I wanted to , I thought, glazing over the assorted snacks in her office. Instead I answered, "Tomorrow," thus breaking the 5-day juice cleanse . I was choosing not to eat. Paying, in fact for 6, cold pressed juices per day. Though I have a fridge full of food while refugees flee their homes with little more than a rucksack. Why, then, to subject myself to such masochistic torture? To follow the Ayurvedic teachings of a yearly, spring fast; to give my overworked digestion a break; to exercise mental fortitude; to heal my relationship with food. I wasn't noticing food's presence in my life. Scrolling on screens at lunch, staring into space with handfuls of granola, oblivious to textures, flavors, the joy of eating. What became jarringly apparent was food's a...