Ten days ago, I never would have thought I would make it to this day.
This is my juice corner.
Today was much better than yesterday. I was able to actually stomach juice, but I had to use way more fruits than vegetables. The only veggies I got in my juice today were romaine and cucumber—probably the most mild veggies out there. I only had three juices though. My breakfast juice was 25 ounces and the other two were 12 ounces.
This is not enough juice.
I have also been craving nuts, avocados, and coconuts like nobody’s business. I guess that means I am not getting enough fats?
Last night and tonight, I had store bough organic vegetable broth for dinner. I know this is not healthy like my homemade juice and I know I should be juicing for dinner but, quite frankly, I am sick of my juicer. I am sick of vegetables. I am sick of cleaning that damn juicer. I am sick of washing vegetables. I am sick of the taste, the smell, the texture.
I want food.
I want to chew.
I want to go out to dinner with friends.
I want to make homemade veggie burgers.
I want a salad. A huge salad filled with kale, avocados, salt, pepper, and lime.
I want a green smoothie.
I want vegan pizza.
I want a bowl of brown rice.
I want sriracha covered steamed kale.
I want brunch. Ah, brunch.
I want homemade Ezekiel bread smeared with Earth Balance and nooch.
I want Gimme Lean sausage patties dipped in agave.
I want banana soft serve.
I want a big spoonful of peanut butter.
I want raw spring rolls.
I want avocado sushi.
I want an avocado. Just that.
I know I need to juice more. I know I do. I know juicing more will help give me the nutrients I need to detox and give me the energy to function.
I am just SO sick of it. I would just as soon not eat than make any juice at all.