Sunday morning, September 29. I step on the scales. 65.5kg. It’s been four weeks since the end of my juice fast. For an entire week I consumed nothing but juice and water. A hellacious, strange task. I lost 5kgs in the process.
I’ve never felt such relief. Laying my head on the pillow, bracing myself for a full, guiltless sleep. Bliss. My polyphasic sleep experiment had ended. I could enter back into normal society as a fully rested, fully functional human being. At that precise moment my mind was empty, scattered, exhausted….