|OHI green drink: welcome to the juice fast!|
|The green bandit, with freshly squeezed wheatgrass applied to her face.|
|Beautiful and super tall sunflowers out in the organic garden.|
My little story was interrupted by a trip to San Francisco to spend time with family! But I'm back, and will try to wrap up this green business post haste...
So. The words "juice fast" don't put the fear of God into me because I did the Master Cleanse Fast last year and survived it, barely. And I'd been using my Breville juicer before this getaway, so I was hip to the juice idea and ready to do extreme juicing. What I was not ready for was the contents of OHI's green juice. It's not the slightly sweet, apple-laden juice of my kitchen. No, it is nowhere near that. This has raw zucchini in it! Raw zucchini is so very bland. Add to that whatever other bland greens exist in the universe and you have the green juice that was my sustenance for all day Tuesday, Wednesday, and through lunch on Thursday. As with the Master Cleanse Fast, I developed a bit of a dislike to the stuff early on. So, by Wednesday morning, I was drinking water and that continued through Thursday lunch. I basically laid around and napped and generally had zero energy. Detoxing? I suppose. Starving? Most definitely. But, my rationale for staying on course was that my system could probably use a little rest from the constant parade of food I am usually eating. And so, I persevered. Until Friday morning. On Friday morning, I work up so ridiculously weak and out of it. My buds, Sylvia, Aida, and Adrianna sort of found me sitting in this chair after my massage (which was not particularly pleasant since I felt so yucky). They had just the thing! Kelp powder in water to replace my electrolytes. Really? Back they came with the fishy-smelling elixir. Knock it back like a shot, they recommended. I held my nose and shot the tiny cup of what felt like thickish pond scum, threw the rest in the grass, and proceeded to cry like a baby. Now, I can laugh. Actually, then I laughed too after my boo-hoo, admitting that I had met my match with this fast and was ready to high tail it to the nearest grocery for FOOD! One of the very nice gals there drove me, and I bought a big plastic container of watermelon and scarfed it in the car on the way back. PURE HEAVEN. So, I sort of cheated by going off the sugar-free diet path, but in actuality I was still OHI-kosher. And I realized something about myself: I am a perfectionist to the degree that it can make things really unpleasant. Now that I had this intense experience, I think I'm more of the mind that keeping oneself within tight, self-judging confines is kind of ridiculous. I'm vowing to let the little perfect, persnickety details go whenever I can. More living and more fun, please!
Eventually, I will post about the crow and possum. It's probably one of the best OHI stories thus far. For anyone taking the time to read my green getaway recap, thank you!
And lastly, something I found recently that I find very inspiring:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be?"