Phil said, "Today I am 72.5 percent done with my treatments." Leave it to a mathematician!
We're not eating as we should. Fresh fruits and vegetables? Whole-grain cereals? Please. On the way home, we stopped at Lexington Market. Phil had a steak-and-cheese sandwich and a beer. I had a piece of cheesecake. We promised ourselves to get out the juicer as soon as we got home. Our younger daughter lent it to us. She also bought apples, beets, blueberries, carrots, celery and a horse radish root to get us started. She made us promise to at least try it, assuring us that if we did, we would feel so much better and be more energetic. So far, that promise is all that has been extracted. The mere thought of assembling the beast (which will look like a miniature dinosaur when set up) is exhausting. Still, after our orgy of comfort food at Lexington Market, we came home ready to juice. We lay down for "just 30 minutes" and slept for two hours.