One More Day of Juice...

Last night I dreamt of sugared (caramelized) pecans. Right now I hear Rose chopping in the kitchen. I don't even know what it is but it makes me salivate. To crunch on something would seem divine. Yesterday when I juiced my vegetables I wanted to Eat a carrot. I juiced it. The idea is that your digestive system doesn't have to turn on to process just juice, but if you cheat and eat something solid, it has to shut other processes down to gear up just for that. So you might as well not do a 7-day cleanse if you're going to cheat. (This is also why they eat only a speck for supper. So you do not spend time in the night digesting...)

The juice is very good - delicious. I have learned how to pair them so I have different jars to drink from all day. When I was juicing all things together and drinking the same thing all day long, the first glass was good but by the end of the day I could hardly choke it down. When you mix everything together it is a brown-green or brown-red if you've juiced a beet. This does not look appetizing, though it often is tasty. Carrots juiced, however, are quite beautiful.

Today was a winning day for juice:
1) tomatoes and basil and green pepper and one carrot (it's like I cheated and had salsa!)
2) Romaine, basil, chowchow (a tender green vegetable), and cucumbers
3) Carrots mixed with a little of #2.

The tomato is savory. Yum. The greens are light and refreshing. Yum. And the carrot is sweet like candy. Yum. When you can alternate them all, you can Finish your juice instead of staring at the last ugly bit in the jar.

Right now I will walk the 1/2 mile to Alice's house to get ice for my cooler that holds my vegetables for juicing. She freezes two 1-quart containers of water for me every day. Some of it will drip into my shoe as I carry it back. Otherwise we would have to drive 3 miles into Spanish Lookout (the nearest town) every day to get ice. (Or if I walked there, it would really drip into my shoe and everywhere on the way back.) This is the difference of the context I'm in. Driving three miles is a decision to make. The once-a-week venture to market in Belmopan turns out to be only 20 miles away. I would flit over there whenever I needed to if it were me! It's no further than driving my pups to the Big dog park at home - which I do several times a week. But I like this different consideration of costs and need. I like it a lot. Jumping in the car to do this or that because you can (or because you don't think about it) creates a lot of running around stress sometimes. Now I keep lists. At home I do too, but here I live by them. If I forget to write down aloe vera gel then we don't remember to stop at the health food store on the one trip to Belmopan. In that case, it may be one week or two before another chance to get my aloe vera gel (a pale girl's after-sun friend). Aloe is also growing in the yard, but I would use up their whole plant with my daily applications.

My fast goes through tomorrow. Then Saturday I may have only vegetable soup and in great quantities and all day. Even for breakfast. Then, Sunday I may venture into more variety - rice and steamed vegetables. Monday is the first day I can eat the full "maintenance diet." Still no meat, no dairy, nothing fermented... This is also the day we go on our big camping trip. Alice's tortillas over the fire will be like manna from heaven. I think I have had no wheat at all since starting this 90 day program...