What better day to write my first GGW post than summer solstice, the longest, most light-filled, and in the case of today, hottest, day of the year? And what better time to start writing than when I’m so high on green juice I don’t even want – let alone need – coffee?
I’m not normally this virtuous; there was a time not so long ago when my breakfast consisted of almond croissants and hazelnut mochas (and still may!). But we were lucky enough to get a Breville juicer/blender combo for our wedding in October, and I’ve always known that juicing was in my future despite having spent the better part of the last 8 months cowering in fear of the thing. So many parts, so much metal. And what if it’s loud? What if it causes our downstairs neighbor to slip death threats under the door like she does when we vacuum? So much potential for pulpy, stem-filled chaos and anyway I don’t even like leafy greens unless they’re drowning in balsamic so who’s to say I’ll even drink whatever this contraption yields?!
But a combination of things led me to get over it already and just bite the bullet–or rather, press the button. Once the thing is assembled, you seriously only have to press a button to get it to work. It could not possibly be easier. Among them: the farmer’s market that happens outside our apartment every Saturday, and how especially vibrant it is this time of year. I’ve also been reading the Crazy Sexy Diet, a veritable green juice manifesto. My digestion has been bothersome lately anyway, and I wanted to give myself a break without starving. Furthermore, I’m interested in halting the aging process without resorting to the $13K eye cream. So here we are!
I don’t want this blog to turn into a guess what I had for breakfast today sort of thing. . . but guess what I had for breakfast today? 4 kiwis, 1 apple, 1 orange, loads of kale, and 5 or 6 strawberries. I feel ridiculously wonderful. It was also incredibly satisfying to make before I even took a sip. Something about tossing these huge, ungainly, fibrous leaves into the chute and then seeing them transformed into glorious emerald liquid heaven is just fascinating on the same primal level that peeling sunburn is fascinating. I was a little scared of the foam that appeared on top of the finished product, because I dislike foam in every capacity, but the container that the Breville comes with has a specially designed lid to hold the foam back. And, even if it didn’t, what cruel person is going to make me drink foam if I don’t want to? No one, that’s who. So in your own home juicing adventures, remember that. You don’t need to gag on foam to get the antioxidant, enzyme-rich, phytochemical joy that lies just beneath it.
I also found that once I started drinking, I couldn’t stop – my thirst felt suddenly insatiable. I haven’t chugged a beverage like that since college. I also didn’t know it was possible to chock so many fruits and vegetables into one morning. And besides having boundless energy, I simply feel glowy. I can sense that my blood is being purified and that globs of crap are being dissolved in my tissues. My legs look leaner (I have a major dysmorphia of sorts when it comes to my calves, which I’m sure I’ll address at some point here), my hair seems to have grown, and my skin is alive. Alive! Everything just feels totally alive. Yes, it’s only been a few hours. But I’m telling you the truth here, exactly as I see and feel it.
Juicing is changing me for the better from the inside out and back inside out again.
But it’s also mildly addictive. All I’ve been able to think about since this morning has been how incredible I feel and when can i get my next fix? I’m pondering fun combinations for different times of day: like maybe carrot ginger with some greens would be a good dinner juice, while nectarine, lemon, and mango would be good for first thing in the morning. The possibilities are endless!
Till next time,