Will Write for Food - Day 1 of 7

I am 3 hours into my detox program, and I've already fallen off the wagon.*

How's that for an intro?

My name is Grace, and I'm die-hard sugar/caffeine/meat addict.

But for the next seven days, I'm giving it all up.

Why? Why am I giving up what I consider integral ingredients of "the good life" for an entire week?

Because it's a good story, and if you've read my profile, you'd know that I put myself into nutty situations for a good story. (For a little background on my adventures, read Selling the Brand 'You' and Going the Distance.)

I am doing this "Seven Day Program to Aid Digesting, Elimination, Detoxification and Cleansing" (That's the actual title.) with several friends among whom are a physician, a dietician, a social worker and a crisis counselor. We're all women in our late 30s to early 40s, with children ranging from toddlers to college-aged.

Today we had our kick-off breakfast. All but one of us (I won't name names) are happily on board with the program. One of us began whining 20 minutes into the breakfast. She prattled on and on about not wanting to give up meat, ice cream and her tall, non-fat NO FOAM lattes.

Let me tell you, the whining was relentless.

And that was just breakfast. More to come.

* In my husband's eyes, I committed an egregious crime against good coffee. Instead of milk, I mixed organic rice drink in my fully caffeinated coffee. Let my mistake be a lesson to all: Don't do that.