I've been a foodie so long I object to being called a foodie. I've achieved "regular" status at more than one trendy New York City restaurant; I was once publicly outed on a work e-mail thread by someone who recognized my name from my many, many #eeeeeats Instagram tags; you will know you're in my inner circle if I make your baked goods with European butter instead of regular, because 82 percent butterfat is love. And though a tall frame and an active fitness routine have mostly hidden my sins throughout my twenties, a combination of February hibernation, Fashion Week nervous snacking, and too many hours at my desk had me feeling in need of a reset from my gluttonous diet. So as a staunch non-believer in juice cleanses, starvation, or anything that comes in the form of a powder, I turned to the one power we can all truly believe in: Beyoncé.
In the end, my favorite thing about the Beyoncé diet was that it didn't feel like a diet. I realize that sounds exactly like when women say their favorite pair of incredibly high heels are "soooo comfortable" but it's true. By making sure I was really getting enough nutrients, I was able to stop thinking about food all the time, and focus on how what I was eating actually made me feel.
So as a staunch non-believer in juice cleanses, starvation, or anything that comes in the form of a powder, I turned to the one power we can all truly believe in: Beyoncé.
