A month or so back, one of Jess’ friends, an editor at a major beauty magazine, convinced her to sign up for three days of the Blueprint Cleanse.

The two were meant to do the cleanse together. But Jess contracted the late-winter flu, and ended up postponing. Until, apparently, tomorrow.

Earlier this evening, three small, square, zippered bags showed up at our front door. Each stuffed with an ice pack and six plastic containers – like Odwalla bottles without labels, numbered one to six.

The cleanse comes in three levels, and it seems Jess opted for the middle-of-the-road “Foundation Cleanse” – more intense than the “Renovation Cleanse”, though less than the terrifyingly named “Excavation Cleanse”.

Yet, despite that moderation, without her friend’s encouragement, and with the chartreuse reality of the ‘cleansing’ juices in hand, Jess had cold feet.

So, to keep her from tossing out $200 of high-end juice immediately, I agreed to do one of the days of cleanse with her.

According to the Blueprint site, the experience should “give my insides a rest” while I “simultaneously go on about my daily life”. So I should be able to blog about the experience all along the way. Especially if my wifi connection reaches the bathroom.