7.29.2011

Day 47 of 365- Bloody Mary cocktail

Day 3 of Juice Detox / Day 5 of no coffee- coffee's history:)

This is the first time in a while that I've actually written my blog entry the night of the meal. I think there's something to all of this raw juicing thing. I feel like I'm on speed or something. It's strange. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. I am starting to feel like my body is a machine that is operating on full power. I overcame a wild challenge tonight. Nan's cooking. We went over there for dinner ( Richie still out of town ) and she made my all time favorite meal- roast with mashed potatoes and broccoli on the side. Wow. This was a hard thing for a couple of reasons:

1) I'm not sure I really even care too much about this fast I'm doing. I'm still in the beginning stages of it. I LOVE how I feel, but I can't help but be a bit skeptical as so many things similar have failed me in the past. Though this seems to make the most sense.

2) I didn't want to offend Nan. She is a woman, and like me, she probably would like to be acknowledged for a hard day's work in the kitchen for her guests. Not to mention she is Italian. I think Italian women are known for pushing food. All in great care of course.

3) I was contemplating just eating it anyways. It is my body, right? I am the one inflicting this torture on to myself. And, Nan won't be around forever, and I'll wish I had eaten just one last meal... Something inside of me just says, "keep doing it!", "keep up with the fast". But to what gain? Oh yes, I forgot, the way I feel. It's plain and simple. The way I feel. This fast is proving to me to have come to me out of nowhere, and it's prompted me to research the hell out of the subject of "raw", and I'm hooked. I have had the most productive day, my body feels optimum, my senses feel extreme and present, my aches went away, I feel solid, I keep getting random chills of comfort up and down my spine like when a cat purrs, and it's only day 3? What is next? Transcendence? Something else really really weird to me, I've actually contemplated giving up meat too and going for this whole "raw" thing.

4) I decided to just not say anything. I took the food to another room and spoke loudly of how great it was while feeding it to Penn and pawning some off onto Timothy. This was sort of funny, but I still felt a bit guilty for the dishonesty. It would have been true had I been eating it. Nan is one of my favorite cooks.

So I proceeded to go to the store and stock up on organic veggies once again, and when I got home I invented this concoction:


BLOODY MARY COCKTAIL

2 carrots
3 tomatoes- fresh off vine
handful of baby roma tomatoes
about 5 celery stalks
1/2 lemon ( peeled )
1/2 of a leek
1 head of romaine lettuce
about 6 cloves garlic
1" of ginger root


REMARKS: This one is very very spicy. I love it though. I felt like it needed more of a tomato to other ingredients ratio though. It was a little celery heavy. The garlic is supposedly good for the immune system, so I enjoyed the burn of that. I thought I might get a stomach ache, but I didn't. I just felt really charged up.

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