Juice.

Last night, J and I watched Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead.  It's a documentary about a guy who goes on a 60-day juice fast to try and save his life.  It was super interesting and impactful.  About 10 min. before it was over, Joel goes into the kitchen and returns with a bag of baby carrots.  He starts chomping away, and I realized it must've impacted him as well. 

He said, "I could juice breakfast and lunch and then eat a regular dinner."  I told him I had been thinking of doing this since last year when my friend Brenda taught me how to make a green smoothie. 

I, of course, used this very wide open door to mention how great it'd be to have a Vitamix. 

He was SO on board, we almost had a Vitamix by the end of the night!  Alas, we're still on the hunt. 

I went to bed thinking about juice, woke up thinking about juice, and during my trip to SAM's, bought apples, oranges, dried cherries and blueberries, and raw almonds, because, well, "you have to start somewhere." 

(I also bought J a 36-pack of Pepsi during my shopping trip, but we'll ignore that fact for now)

Watch out: as soon as I get my hands on a Vitamix you'll never hear the end of it.

In other news, Ali busted her lip yesterday.  As Joel said, "She had it coming to her."  She insists on climbing on our tall kitchen chairs, whether we're watching or not.  This time, she fell off and hit her mouth on the wood trim.  I was sleeping (or attempting), but I'm sure she dusted herself off and tried again. 

Conversation as Joel was leaving for work this morning:

J: Opens the fridge and takes out the bag of carrots he started munching on last night
J: "Do we have any bananas?"
L: "No."
J: "Apples?"
L: No.  We have grapefruit..."
J: Grunt

Oh well.  If he only knew how tasty they are!

 

One day, this beauty will be mine...