We wrapped up our juice reboot last night. We thought non-veggie foods would be ambrosia to our lips. Nectar of the gods. We were disappointed all around. My impression of "regular" food is that I feel worse after eating than I did during the juicing. Each meal sets me back a little. The challenge is to sort out what's ungreat about what I'm chewing. I'm annoyed to have my food fighting back - I want my juice!
Annie noted sweetly that I seemed cranky today. About what? Food. The good news is that we bought our own little juicer and returned Lori's, so now everyone can juice. I like to juice it juice it! I like to juice it juice it! I like to juice it juice it! We like to -- juice it!
Overview: We each lost a few pounds. We lost our morning headaches. I was not stiff and achy in the morning. We were less congested. I felt unimpaired by what I was eating, for a change.
The two of us spent $18/day on produce, a mix of conventional and organic. We sprang for organic for leafy things and soft-skinned fruits, and went organic as much as available otherwise.
I don't want to rush right back to coffee. I like being ready to go with or without a cuppa, or without having to flail helplessly until caffeine has kicked in. Your mileage may vary.
Last weekend we couldn't see the forest for the RVs. One huge group with several RVs and just as many tents showed up and made themselves right at home, laughing into the night and whooping randomly. We thought how happy they must be to have a long weekend to party with friends and forget the crap pile they call "work." Whoop! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Then another group crammed in close with their three rigs, and immediately began being happy for their own long weekend. Oh! Hoho! Aha! Ha! Ha! Phweeeeeeeeeee! [whistle] Somehow they completely quieted the first jubilant group.
It's interesting that some weekend RVers think because they're in the forest, there's no semblance of "quiet time." YAY! NO RULES IN THE FOREST! PHWEEEEEEEE!" [seriously, whistles. The heck, people.] We didn't get riled. It's all compassion, all the time around here. Don't ask for whom Sunday afternoon rolls. It rolls for thee.
Thanks for tolerating the food talk, you people who hate food talk. Thanks for feedback and reading references, you people who don't.