At the end of the day, I'll be halfway through my juice fast.
But I have a confession to make. Last night I gave into temptation and had not one but two glasses of wine with James. He'd opened a nice bottle, it was Friday night, and, well ...
I regret it. Alcohol is quite a toxin and certainly should never be imbibed while on a fast, especially one that purports to be detoxifying. It makes no sense.
But I learned something from this. Namely, I'm really feeling the toxicity thing. For the first time in I don't know when (not counting the cold I just had), I woke up in a fog, mind clouded and head not quite aching, but feeling like it might go there. I won't fall off the wagon again during this fast, I guarantee. I was feeling so good yesterday, all cold symptoms gone but an occasional dry cough, and then I did something stupid. Sigh. I'm really good at undermining myself.
At least I didn't make the all-caffeinated coffee I really, really wanted this morning. I stuck with the mostly-decaf. Next time I fast--if I do--I'll wean myself off the caffeine before the fast.
Anyway, before my tragic fall, it was off to the supermarket to replenish my supply of produce. This time I knew to get two bags of Granny Smiths, not one, and to buy lots of beets, not just a few. It turns out that I just love beets in a juice combo. Who knew? And lots of tomatoes. James wants to see how close we can get to V8 juice. I tell him it won't be the same, because the juice will be raw, not cooked, but he is undeterred and says he realizes that, but still. I'm hoping to get to the farmer's market today and see what I might get, including tomatoes. You can't have too many tomatoes.
I had a thought the other day about juice combinations: the Flavor Bible is my friend. In this book, you can look up any ingredient and see what other ingredients taste good with it. Some of the combinations are rather surprising (cherries and garlic?). I've used the book to put salads together and to be sure that in my zest for experimentation I don't blunder into terrible flavor combinations. And now I've thought of using this book for juicing. It might suggest to me combinations I would otherwise not think of. And prevent me from wasting produce on disastrous concoctions.
We were talking yesterday about how strange it is to be drinking, say, kale juice, and how in the past the idea of going to a juice bar seemed laughably health-nuttish and extremely unappealing. See what a closed mind gets you? It makes you miss out on things.
Here are yesterday's juices:
If you're thinking that a juice fast would make you feel tired and weak, think again. I had lots of energy yesterday and was in great spirits, and I'm looking forward to accomplishing a lot this weekend.
And the beat goes on . , ,
[cross-posted to View from the Loft]