Juice Feast: Day Twentyone

...the usual suspects showing off their vibrant selves!
(From Left to Right: green lemonade, pretty-n- pink, italian stallion, bleeding hearts)

Sleep: 11: 15pm-7:00am
Hot Tea: 16oz Roasted Dandelion Root -- great for the liver
Skin brushing/tongue scraping Hot/cold contrasting shower
Juice: 48ounces "Summer Rain"-- watermelon, cucumber, lime, sprulina
Juice: 64 oz "Green Lemonade" -- romaine, kale, celery, apple, cuke, ginger, lemon, pure synergy, zeolite, salt
Juice: 32 ounces "Italian Stallion" -- tomato, collard greens, carrot, basil, cuke, celery, romaine, lemon, 1 Tbsp hemp seed oil, liquid kelp drops (iodine), salt, cayenne, paprika
Juice: 32 ounces "Pretty in Pink" --tangelo, blood orange, pink grapefruit with liquid C, Vitamin D3 and MSM
Walking: 6 miles
Yoga: 45 mins home practise -- loving the back bendy heart openers these days
Catch-up: Had the BEST phone conversation with my dear friend Annette, who is a brave little raw foodie in Northern VT, where they are STILL getting loads of fresh snow! Go Annette Go, you ROCK-n-SHOVEL girlfriend!

Today while walking, I declared to myself that sugar is no longer for me --in no shape, form or capacity. I don't care if it is a ring ding or a date, I don't want any of it in my mouth or in my life. (Except for fruit, but even that is not tasting great to me these days)

I am not sure where this rejection of the thing I have loved the most in my life is coming from, but it was such a strong feeling that came over me. I have always been pretty observant of how people around me are eating and mindlessly consuming anything that is declared 'edible' by the FDA, but while JFing my awareness has heightened so much that I am completely appalled by the amount of sugar laden "foods" folks eat everyday. I also work with a child and the amount of cookies, candies, chocolate and junk that she acquires on a daily bases from school friends, teachers, events, holidays, etc., is outrageous. No wonder she suffers from chronic constipation and restless nights at the age of 7. It was so cute, the other day she was so desperately trying to go the bathroom, but nothing was coming out even though she knew "something is in the entrance way, Kyle, I can feel it." She called me in and asked for a carrot or an apple she could eat to help get it out! I am always telling her that fruit and veggies will make going the bathroom much easier, but I don't know about munching on them while on the pot. Poor dear!

But I must take responsibility. For sure my frustrations around sugar all come back to me and my relationship to it --highly addicted and controlling-- which is why I am reacting so sharply to it's existence right now. I know that similarly to an alcoholic I just can't touch the stuff or its all over. Well, at least that was the case before JFing, so maybe things have changed? Maybe I can just have one or two dates and be satisfied, or one raw truffle and be content? That would be ideal, but I think my work around a balanced and healthy relationship to all things sweet is not done yet. I am in the "rejection" phase which lies way on the other side of the spectrum. Getting to a place in the middle will take at least these last 8 days of my JF if not forever. But just having this opportunity to sit with it, observe it, face it and react mentally, not physically to its presence, it such a gift, and a luxury that I am so grateful for!