I am strong, I am invincible, I probably could leap a tall building at a single bound! Shite! I am going to be 70 this year and I feel better today than I have for at least ... well at least a few days ago.
I love my mornings, I love my water drinks (no matter how much I have to pee after drinking them) and I love most of all the sharing that Lawrence and I do while we make our green juice every morning. I usually do the grunt work - scrubbing all the veggies - and he presides over the juicer, the roar of the spinning noise, is music to my ears now! He feeds it kale, brussel sprouts, lettuce, cucumber, zucchini, apple. pear, ginger, lemon, parsley, sometimes collard greens, and/or broccoli stems. And the lovely measuring cup fills up with the goodness that only raw veggies can provide.
We usually drink it right away. I like to make it cold by adding a couple of ice cubes as well. My sister, who also juices says she has to drink hers right out of a dark bottle because she doesn't like the colour, but it sure turns me on, I'll tell you! I think about it as getting right back to the way people used to eat, before big stoves, microwaves, freezers etc.
Even my Mom and Dad did not eat this way - I have to go back much further in my ancestry. Women living in a small village at the top of the Gran Sasso range went out and chose the freshest veggies in their gardens and picked dandelion leaves for their salads, herbs from the field to make their food taste zestier - they knew what they were doing ...
