Today was meltdown day. It started this morning when I hurriedly tried a new juicing recipe. (Note to self: hurrying and new are not a tasty combination.) As I raced toward the door, I threw the juice for Dave and me into containers and into a cooler. It smelled putrid and looked even worse.
I delivered the juice to Dave and he was equally enamored (not!) with its appearance. A few moments later, settled in front of my computer and ready to start my workday, I lifted the lid and was overwhelmed by the smell – make that stench. I was so hungry, I took a few sips as tears rolled down my cheeks. I had rushed and worked so hard for this miserable concoction. That’s when the monkey-mind kicked into high gear saying, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this . . . ” over and over again. Which, of course, made me feel even more pathetic.
I threw the juice out, sent Dave a text warning him, grabbed a handful of nuts and grapes and made some chai (which was amazingly tasty after the juice).
That was meltdown #1.
But wait! There’s more . . .
I got back home ~ 2pm with a very empty stomach and very messed up kitchen.
In my haste, I had left the juicer uncleaned and in the sink. Now was clean up time. I lost it again. I was so hungry but the pitta in me wouldn’t let the kitchen go messy one more moment. As I scrubbed the juicer’s private parts, the tears came again. Commence with meltdown #2. With each exertion of elbow grease, the voice in my head came back louder and louder. But to my surprise this time it said, “I can do this. I can do this . . . ” over and over again.
- Inedible juice made with kale, celery, cucumber, apple, bananas, ginger (folks, don’t try this at home)
- Grapes & almonds
- Chai Rooibus (which I still find hard to get down)
- Kitchari – new batch, not so bad; either I’m getting better at it or I’m getting hungrier
- More kitchari
- More watermelon
- 3 pieces of veggie sushi with brown rice and Bragg’s
- 3 dates and 3 figs
Tomorrow we are attempting quinoa. Wish us luck!