In the past six years the longest I’ve gone without Mountain Dew is 24 hours, at best. So naturally, the idea of going three months was enough to make a grown man cry. And I’m man enough to admit that I did (in the shower with the radio on so no one could hear). Most addicts (read: celebrities) with my level of reliance on a foreign substance seek treatment through a rehabilitation clinic where trained professionals can help them battle their demons. I called a handful of clinics in Southern California seeking admittance, only to be laughed at when asked what addiction I was battling.
Well the joke is on them. It has been just over a week since I started my Dew-fast (officially started on Oct. 1) and I’m feeling strong. Admittedly, the first two days were full of doubt, anguish, hallucinations, etc. But I weathered the storm. Having never given up Mtn. Dew for any extended period of time in the past six years, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, nor am I sure what to expect as the time wares on. But in a recent episode of the TV show Modern Family, I caught a possible glimpse of the possible stages yet to come as two of the characters attempted a juice fast.
What stage am I in right now? I’m not quite sure. My wife and co-workers would tell you I’m in the Mountain Man stage (Void of any desire to maintain a dignified appearance, I haven’t shaved since I started the fast). Maybe they’re right. Perhaps in some odd way I expect my beard to fill the void left when Mountain Dew was so quickly (read: savagely) torn from my life.
Until next week, stay thirsty my friends.