Where have you been Joe DiMaggio? Well, I suppose I just haven't had any adventures that felt blog worthy. Which is a sad statement in and of itself, since it's been nearly a year. Our plan was to be leaving for Vermont about this time this year, for an end-to-end hike of The Long Trail. However, we've bumped into a few logistical obstacles, having to do with work, the impending arrival of the first grandson, and the continued survival of the child-replacement-dog. I mean really, who expected that a Chesapeake Bay Retriever (average lifespan 10-12 years) would make it to 14.75? I am in no way complaining, but neither am I leaving him for almost a month to go hiking. Maybe next year, if we have a puppy, we'll hit The Long Trail. In the meantime, here's another kind of adventure.
At several points over the last let's say year, I've toyed with the idea of juice fasting. No, I haven't seen "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead", though it seems like everyone else who considering juicing has. I've just noticed that I'm eating when I'm not hungry and that I feel sluggish and crummy a lot. I'd bought a juicer to share with a friend some months ago, and we'd experimented somewhat with that, but it's a hassle, it takes quite a while, it uses tons of veggies, and it's a mess to clean up. So, I knew if I were going to do this, I'd have to find something with a lower barrier to entry. Cue BluePrint Cleanse. They make the juice, ship it to you, and all you have to do is drink it. I'd gotten as far as entering my credit card data a few times, but never quite managed to pull the trigger. I always had one excuse or another, frequently hinging on planned workouts or travel. With the departure of my illustrious personal trainer to the other side of the country, my workouts have taken a hit anyway, and I decided now was the time. It's only three days, right?
So day one... juice gets delivered about 9:30. I drink the first bottle of green stuff in my office about 10:30. I was surprisingly hungry early this morning, which I never am, but I attribute that to having eaten early the night before en route to a Rolling Stones concert. The green stuff wasn't as bad as I was prepared for it to be. Not quite as sweet as Naked Juice Green Machine, but no worse than the stuff I'd drunk in home juicing experiments. It would be better slightly colder, I think. I downed a bottle of water about 11:30, but so far, not hungry at all. (This isn't unusual for me, because breakfast is frequently just a can of Mt. Dew, or when I'm being healthier than that, a glass of juice.)
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