Let’s talk about this new juicing trend. Yes, I watched Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. I am a member of Join the Reboot. I own a juicer. All of these things happened months ago, nearly a year. Guess what? I never tried the cleanse until yesterday.
My sister and I broke out my never used juicer and got to slicing, dicing and juicing. We got new bottles to hold a day’s worth of juice. We were all prepared.
We prepped for the whole day the night before. We were feeling great!
I woke yesterday feeling amazing. I was ready to begin my new life as a cleansed person. I knew it would be a tough three days, but I felt I could do it. (Who needs the one week of preparing your body? Not this girl) The breakfast juice was pretty good. I could do this.
The midmorning juice was tolerable. Still in this.
Then I got very comfortable and took a nap. Seems irrelevant, but when I awoke my sister told me she got half way through her lunch juice and couldn’t take it. I tried the mid afternoon juice and it was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever consumed. I gave the dinner juice a shot and it was not terrible, but not delicious. Not even close. I ashamed to say it but…
We went to Chipotle.
Then we decided that the combined $120 we spent on produce could not go to waste. We bought a stockpot and cooked up a modified version of the cleanse. I’m basically going vegan and I’m fairly certain she’s just going to do whatever the hell she wants.
Ok, I shouldn’t be so hard on her. She did make us our breakfast juices today.
It tastes pretty ok. The only thing I can’t say I love is the (for lack of a better term) gaminess of the produce. It tastes how that department in the grocery store smells and I’m not a fan. I’m considering stevia as a possible resolution.
Lunch today is a meat and dairy free salad. A big one. A delicious one. Dinner is perhaps going to be soup made from our excessive amount of produce.
Suburban Fervor 