The Holy Grail of juices….and conceding a bit

So as the afternoon and immense cravings approached….we borrowed a juicer.  This was a great idea, it makes the sweetest yummy nectar that almost made us forget about the fact that we have gone an entire day with no solid food.

THE RECIPE
3 Carrots
2 Apples
2 Inch piece of ginger

This was a fabulously sweet little discovery.  It stuck with us for almost 2 hours helping us forget that we actually hadn't eaten anything solid ALL DAY.  With the exception of the pulp I was willing to try out of the mesh strainer on the juicer (if you were wondering, why yes, my pride is in tact and no that didn't make me feel like Jabadahut at all)!

CONCEDING
Upon additional investigation I discovered the recommendation for your first go at a master cleanse, juice fast, etc. is 3 days.  More than that is really not very advisable (unless under Doctor's supervision).  This was all the excuse I needed.  I knew in my heart of hearts 7 DAYS of THIS was not happening.  I also discovered a variety of said cleanses that actually have you eat one meal (typically dinner) a day. Of course whole foods and most said, it was only fruits and veggies.  At this point I would tear into a spinach salad with "a" tomato like it was a damn steak with drippings and fried potatoes…whoa I got carried away.  I am still working on my husband for that one….I can tell you, it's happening.

Not to mention, do you know what happens to your bowels when only nature's laxative begins to work?? There's only so much you can blame on the dog!! Let's get REAADDDDY to RUMMMBbbLE!

MY PHILOSOPHY
I have come to recognize, I am spoiled. I really like to be healthy,  I need to wittle the time out in the day to work out again.  I like what I like, do what I do and make little apology for it.  I LIKE FOOD, good food, bad food, junk food, whole food.  I like the act of preparing, eating and digesting it!  Juice is merely an added little side note, a sauce if you will.

There is a reason that my first phrase was, "don't say me no".  I think cloaked in this whole vain struggle, lasting all of a day, is that I have made the declaration of what I am not doing and because I can't….that's all I want….

Oh and a special thanks to the multitude of food commercials accompanying the Olympics contributing to my misery.  As I sit in front of the computer staring off into space fantasizing about a bowl of chili on this cold day like a 40 year old virgin would a handful of round supple breasts.

Be damned JUICE, BE DAMNED!