Not to be confused with Muddy Waters: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ztavykflak
I have started juicing in the morning and it has now offically replaced my morning coffee. I didn’t intend to quit drinking coffee but I honestly feel so much better starting my day off with fresh juice, I didn’t want to wreck that high with coffee.
I started juicing at the suggestion of my doctor; when I went to see her in late February, it as as if I was trapped in one very large panic attack and I was quite scared. I had tunnel vision, I couldn’t breathe right and I was feeling very terrified. Like terribly terribly terrified. I have never once in my life felt afraid to be out in the world…. until February 2013.
Turns out my adrenals were off the charts and I had to slam the breaks on how I was living. Fortunately I was able to take a leave of absense from life and I literally shut down for about 2 weeks. I slept. And I slept. And then slept some more. My doctor prescribed xanex for me and I have not even taken one. I no longer felt it was okay to be fuzzy.
One month later I am feeling a million times better. I feel strong again and every day feels sharper than the day prior. Even my hearing feels elevated. I take deep breathes and thank the stars above for giving me another chance to heal myself. I smile when I see myself in the mirror. This is the autumn of my life and I’m going to make the best of it.
I made these types of lifestyle changes once before in my life, during my late 20s, early 30s and you know what? I preached loud and proud about how I was living and I drove people away from me. I believe I was “all in yo face” about things, UGH. I remember my mom telling me I was weird. I was weird! I don’t want to do that again and I keep the focus on me and my health, helping those around me or at least not harming them. Doing work that feels right for me. That it reflects who I am.
I also will not take this all too far nor take myself too seriously. I remember sitting in Old Jerusalem in Old Town about a thousand years ago and I was deep into a wheat grass and carrot juice bender. I was sipping on carrot juice and eating hummus with friends and a guy yelled across the restaurant to me to lighten up on the carrot juice! It had happened. My face, palms and feet had turned dirty orange because I was drinking WAY TOO MUCH carrot juice! A few weeks later I got super-sick from drinking too much wheat grass and have not been able to drink it ever since.
While living in San Francisco years ago I attempted to be vegetarian, vegan and I even gave up flour AND dairy, but I did not have much luck at it. I was an annoying Food Nazi, the worst kind of Nazi! (well, not really) I’m sure I probably didn’t go about it the right way but I did try. I would have dreams about milkshakes and pancakes and I would literally cry when I saw bread because I missed it. I was chubby and not feeling well and my doctor looked at me, grabbed my shoulders and said, “Please have a steak, you need protein.” So I started eating meat again and lost a bunch of weight. I just cut portions down tremendously and have continued that manner of eating. Like the French, but sans the smokes. For real.
Moderation Meag, All Things In Moderation. Even Muddy Water.
Some veggies put up a fight before they get pulverized: