Juicey Foods

Today is day 5 on my 7 day juice fast. I have heard at least five people say "I could never do that!" usually citing some food that they simply COULDN'T live without. The question that always pops into my head is "do you actually eat that every week?" I don't know about other people but my diet is pretty varied, just because I had granola for breakfast today doesn't mean I will every day. It's as though the thought of starting on a juice fast has no finishing point, no end date. To clarify, I LOVE FOOD, I love trying foods, I love mixing spices and savoring all sorts of different flavors. I go on liquid fasts because they're awesome for cleaning out the body and make me feel super energized, they also get me back on track when I get so into experiencing food that I forget to watch my diet, health related diets being the sort that you don't want to fudge so often as the weight related kind, it's a nice way to reset my internal dial so to speak. I also rarely fast for more than 7 or 10 days at a time, so once I've eased my body back into eating I am perfectly capable of a joyous reunion with my mother's home made mac & cheese.

That being said, my son has been traumatized by my juicer. I never really thought that seeing where juice comes from would be such a moving experience but apparently it is, at least for 2 year old little boys with a fondness for apple juice.

Post nap-time yesterday my little man came into the living room asking about juice, unfortunately in my enthusiasm for juicing I forgot to restock the juice supplies, I told him we didn't have any but when he continued to ask I offered to make him some apple juice. One hopeful sounding "appoo joos?" was all it took, I bounced my way over to the kitchen and sliced up an apple, a stoic little man in tow. He was fine when I sliced the apple, he was fine when I turned on the juicer, but the moment I dropped those apple slices into the tube he began to scream! it was in this state that he ran into the living-room, curled himself over a small table and refused to have anything to do with the juice. After a hug and a short while he calmed down enough to go into the kitchen and eat himself an apple. I'm still a little stunned by this instance of extreme apple empathy...