I confess that I fell off the juicing wagon. Perhaps I was pushed, maybe I jumped.
It doesn’t really matter. I walked along side the wagon and I’ve decided to jump back on again and enjoy the ride. I miss my juicing. I miss the instant feel good afterwards, and I notice a difference. I feel happier having fruit and vegetables plain and simple. Back on the horse quickly if you fall off, so they say.
I have started reading Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. What a lovely book. The family’s journey for a year into the food they eat and grow. One of the daughter adds her thoughts and recipes that the family make, and the husband puts his two cents in as well. An inspiring story so far.