Juices in order of consumption
3/4 quart orange, pineapple, mango
Oh my gosh!!! You want to talk about heaven in a glass? I almost cried, it tasted so good. It was a bit too sweet for me so I gave the last 1/4 quart to my hubby.
1 quart Boston lettuce, celery, tomato, alfalfa, garlic, kelp
1 quart spinach, pear, kiwi, alfalfa, lemon
1 quart romaine, carrot, cilantro, collard green
4 quarts for me (well almost)! Yea me!
Probiotic - I am out.
Enzymes with each juice
I was feeling a bit tired today but it could have just been because it was a nice, lazy Sunday. My body is still sore from the yoga. How out of shape am I? Isn't that crazy? I am hoping to go back tomorrow.
My husband keeps telling me that I am glowing as he kisses me. xoxo
Mucus in throat and nose
I feel like I was on a bit of a roller coaster today. One minute I was feeling this deep bliss, contentment and joy and the next I was pissed and wanted to rip someones head off. Then I was back to joy and happiness. It was strange. It wasn't like my normal PMS. Usually I am just a bitch the entire time and don't feel loving or nice until the day before my period arrives. This was up and down, up and down. I just let it come though.
Movie theater popcorn
Macaroni and cheese
Trash Bag Tango
I pulled this card from my Journey Cards:
Those who know, don't know.
those who don't know, know.
Has a 'need to know' been arising lately? Have you been spending time trying to figure out the mysteries of life?
Give up the need to know. Cease asking 'Why?' Asking 'Why?' only leads you deeper into mind talk. If your thinking mind could have figured things out, it would have done so long ago.
Just take a big Mystery Bucket and throw all your questions, all your striving for answers into the bucket. 'Why did someone I love behave that way?' Don't know - into the bucket. 'Why do I feel the way I feel?' Don't know-into the bucket. 'What will happen tomorrow?' Don't know- into the bucket. In fact, throw all questions into the Mystery Bucket. Life is a mystery, unknowable and divine. Be content to rest in this mystery.
My husband and I took the kids to see Horton Hears a Who tonight. It was a cute movie and I really enjoyed it. The animation was fabulous and I couldn't get over what a good job they did making Horton look like Jim Carey. I mean the expressions were so spot on. Very cute.
It did get the hubby and I talking about life a bit which was cool. On the way home we talked about living on the speck, multiple realities, and What the Bleep Down the Rabbit Hole . It is pretty cool when a cartoon gets you thinking.
So you may be able to tell by the picture above that I had a bit of a lazy Sunday (just substitute the glass of wine for a jug-o-juice). I pretty much took it easy. I caught up on some posts on the computer, sent out some info on the green smoothie cleanse for my friend, read a bit, took a loooong shower and then went to the movies. It was nice though.
Today, day 49 brings me back 16 years in my retracing. 16 years ago I was 22 and pregnant with my first son. I was working in my dad's bar as a manager and living with my first husband. Times were not the greatest. He was very volatile and would explode at any moment. Huh, I just started thinking that maybe this is where my roller coaster behavior is stemming from. That is exactly what my life was like back then! Wow, it is amazing to figure stuff out as I type. It's like therapy and you guys are my therapists. Ha, pretty cool. It makes total sense.
I imagine that I should have some pretty good liver detoxing going on for the next 24 days. That will take me back to 14 years old when I started drinking. I would have to go back to 11 years for when I started smoking cigarettes. Yes, I was in 6th grade. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
You see, I remember watching TV and movies where the characters were stressed out, having a rough time and unhappy. They would always seem to grab a cigarette and start smoking and it looked like they got some relief from it and felt better. My home life was very stressful. My parents were both very volatile and fought A LOT! So one day I left for school early and by myself. I went to the senior center that was on the way to school and went in and bought a pack of cigarettes. I walked a little further to the church steps where I sat down and lit up. I was so hoping it would make me feel better but alas, it only was disgusting.
It didn't stop me from smoking though. Word got out that I was one of "those" kids and the other kids like me started wanting to hang out and smoke after school. Sure, why not. I was cool. I was actually reported for smoking on school property. They came and confiscated my cigarettes out of the rosin compartment in my viola case.
My dad was pissed! He came into the school and spanked me in front of the gymnasium filled with kids, dragged me out, and drove me to the store where he sent my mom in to get a pack of camel non filtered. He took me home and made me smoke them until I was so dizzy I couldn't walk and threw up. Didn't matter. I continued to smoke on and off for the next 14 years.
Hmm, I guess I just spilled the beans about something way ahead of time. Now what will I tell you when I get back to the age of 11? Don't worry, that was a rough year so I will have plenty more stories to tell.
Sweet dreams my juice feasting friends.