Day 4 - Juice Journey
Day 4 28/05/14
Well, it’s safe to say a rather large corner was turned today. I woke up with NO headache, NO ibs (irritable bowel syndrome) and LOTS of energy! I buzzed through the day, having no hunger pangs, no cravings – the change between today and Sunday/Monday was like light and day. At work I skipped through my appointments effortlessly – massages were easier to do, my conversation was livelier and I managed to work 10 until 6 without a single drop in energy which is unheard of for me. Normally come 4pm I’d be downing a cup of tea (and as many biscuits as I can manage) before my last hour at work. Even my eyes look brighter, to which someone commented.
I’ve had a few people asking me about the juicing – not many would probably want to go to the extreme that I’ve gone to, I just felt like I had to do something drastic because nothing else was working. But I think if you even incorporated just one juice into your day, you’d notice a difference. I can safely say there is no way on this earth that I would eat on average 30 pieces of fruit and veg in a day, but juicing can achieve that. And the best thing is that you know exactly what is going into your body – no confusing labels to contend with!
10am: Apple, celery, lime, pineapple, strawberries
11am: Apple, blueberries, raspberries, grapes
1pm: Banana, raspberries, blueberries, natural yoghurt, dash of orange juice, honey (smoothie)
2pm: Pear, pineapple, ginger
5pm: Butternut squash, red onion, carrot and garlic soup (homemade)
7pm: Carrot, apple and lemon
Drinks: x3 tea (proper tea, I know - I’m a weak, weak person!)
I also think I’m turning corners with my attitude to eating. Today was an exceptionally busy day at work, and normally I’d make a nice, comforting dinner, washed down with a couple of glasses of wine (I know it’s only Wednesday!) But instead my husband and I were off out walking the dogs, and then I was out visiting all night. I was visiting my brother, who’s leaving for Australia tomorrow for the foreseeable future. I stopped myself from welling up throughout the night, but as soon as I was out that door I was a howling wreck of a woman. My normal instinct on arriving home? Wine.
What did I have?