I don’t know how about you, but I am not exactly a morning person. This means that my mornings are in a bit of a slow stroll and I properly wake up when I step out of the house to ‘dash’ for the bus. So I am usually on an auto pilot as each morning is the same – wake up – lights on – teeth – shower – make up – clothes – hair – shoes – handbag – keys – pit stop at fridge to take breakfast and lunch with me and I am out of the door. Not today! That would be just too simple to follow the fool-proof system carefully established over the years.
Last night I prepared all the juices for today and had the breakfast one in my big mug in a fridge ready to take in the morning. Everything went according to the plan – 6am wake up – lights on – teeth – shower and while showering I thought that it would be a good idea to grab the juice in the kitchen after the shower so it is not so cold to drink before I go. What a great idea! You would think that, wouldn’t you 🙂 Well, I think you should know that I have my room in a converted loft so I need to take stairs to get to the bathroom on the first floor and ultimately, kitchen is in the ground floor. Enough said. I usually go out of the bathroom, turn right take the stairs up and that’s it. This time, it was turn left and go down. This unfamiliar morning move coupled with me still half dreaming and paying no attention of what I was doing resulted in me misjudging how close the steps were and I less than elegantly slipped. As we are talking about a spiral staircase, there was luckily no way I would fall all the way down, but I managed to nicely ram the side of my left knee into the banister frame and as I caught my self with my right hand (applaud for swift instincts) I bashed my thumb a bit as well.
So the sequence was – thud – thud – one or two expletives – very slow and careful hobble down the rest of the stairs… After few minutes of checking that nothing is broken and that I am still alive, I grabbed the juice and got on with my morning routine. Before I went to work, I also bandaged my hand as it felt really tender and I didn’t want to strain it any further. After that, my day was pretty uneventful, which I am really grateful for.
On a positive note, my plan worked well! Juice in the morning (this time around 7am) and juice around 10am is a good combination for me. They both were same – just a mix of carrots, parsnips and two apples. Surprisingly very tasteful! For lunch (around 2pm) I had a smoothie made of radishes, bit of cucumber, half pepper, parsley and one avocado. I added a bit of salt, pepper and chilli. So it had quite a kick and I really enjoyed it. I felt bit hungry after 5pm but that just came and went. I must admit I am not even that much bothered about smelling and seeing my colleagues’ lunches. I committed to the juice and I just get on with it. The only think I noticed was that I had mild headache most of the afternoon. Nothing serious, just a small one hovering there so you know about her but never fully developing into normal headache.
I went slightly different way home and the first thought that crossed my mind was ‘Oh yes, I go through that bus stop, I can get fresh popcorn.’ And the next thought was just ‘Actually no, you are on the juice.’ And that was it, no regret, no sadness, nothing. I was then standing at the bus stop for good 10 mins waiting for the bus right next to the shop smelling the popcorn and surprisingly it did nothing to me. Once my mind decided that juice is the way to go, there was no need to question the decision. Quite liberating.
So I think I am doing pretty well so far and I am looking forward to tomorrow to try new juice combinations.
Stay strong and keep juicing.