Gosh darn sweatpants!

As you may already know, yesterday began my juice fast. I began strong, juicing every two hours - beets, kale, carrots, ginger, and squash. But then I had to make dinner for my family and I am writing to report... my miserable failure. I succumbed to chicken, broccoli, and mashed potatoes.

Soon after a horrific headache ensued - chasing me down til bedtime. It was a head throbbing, feeling like you have to vomit kinda headache. At the end of the day, there I was trying to upload my video blog on YouTube announcing to the world my shortcomings.

Weight

214.8 ? What after all that juicing, what? wait a minute...

213.1 - Okay that's better! Had to take off my watch and my heavy sweatpants.

So what's the lesson kids... watch + heavy sweatpants = 1.7 pounds and lots of confusion!

Hot & Steamy, White & Creamy

Ever wanted something hot, that melted in your mouth, and made you jump up and beg for white creamy... wait a minute, I am talking about cookies and milk.

Well, as I journey toward my goal weight, I realized to be successful all temptation must be removed including fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies served with ice cold milk. So its time for a refridgerator makeover.

Yep, that's kale, carrots, apples, cabbage, lettuce, ginger, nectarines, pineapples, onions, garlic, and "cute"cumbers. I guess if I get a craving in the middle of the nite those carrots will have to do. I mean they seem big enough to get the job done - right? 

Curse the Keebler Elf!



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I was doing sooo good! I mean I was really on a roll. I had lost 8 pounds juicing vegetables... beets, carrots, cucumbers, and kale. I even tried putting the kale in a blender, but it ended up looking like something that belongs in an 8 month old's pamper and was promptly emptied into the garbage disposal.

But I got busy school shopping with the kids, skipped breakfast, then lunch, and by the time I went to the grocery store to buy, I mean get the stuff to make, no, no... let's be honest, buy dinner, those chocolate covered graham cracker cookies were calling me. T-I-N-A, tiiiinnnnaaaa - tina come eat me, tina come eat me! They called louder as I tried to escape to the detergent aisle. Perhaps a whiff of bleach will kill my cravings. As I rounded my shopping trip in freezer section, the kids eyed the ice-cream with longing desire. And what goes better with ice-cream than cookies.

I had to buy it. I couldn't let them eat their ice-cream without cookies. Four for you, four for you, two for you, and the rest for me. Mathematically, since I am almost three times their age (9 times the age of my youngest), I should get that many more cookies... right?