One down... (day, not contender)

So, I survived my first day, and I must say, it was easier than I anticipated. I am sure the third and fourth days will be worst, but I wasn't really hungry today. I passed on the salt flush, only because I used the restroom upon waking, and I didn't have my first serving of "lemonade" until 1:30pm. I ran errands, cleaned house, took the pup to the park, had my second serving before I left to hang out with my Somali friends. It was only there that I became ravishingly hungry, which is standard for their house since the dinner Hindia prepares for after our departure always smells like a piece of Heaven. Luckily the kiddies and my black & white photo project distracted me until the craving subsided. I had my third helping when I returned and laid low most of the evening. I am going to have my fourth dose now, take Cole for a stroll, then cuddle up in bed with some nice, warm LAXATIVE tea. haha
The lemon concoction is not half bad, and if it weren't for the burning sensation it sends shivering down my sore throat, it might almost be good. I haven't measured out the cayenne, so maybe I am being a little reserved there (but is a pinch not a pinch? 1/10 t. can't be much...), but if it's primarily purpose is heat regulation and I'm not cold yet, I won't worry too much.
My energy was fine today, got a lot done. I am feeling pretty confident about this. Cass might have to pull out for a wedding Thursday, but at least she'll be with us in spirit.
One day down, thirteen to go...