Spring is around the corner and people are shelling out the big bucks for juice cleanses. I’ve been intermittently juicing for the past 2 years. It’s not something I do on an extremely regular basis because it is a.) time consuming and b.) expensive.
Every now and then I’ll take down the juicer to make one of my favorite recipes: carrot, apple, beet, ginger. This concoction is quite popular at juice bars and I only deviate from the original recipe a little bit.
I’ve got a case of the Mondays. It’s a 12 hour work day for me, so I’m usually dragging buns when all is said and done (like right now as I write this post). But what gets me through this long day, and the rest of the week (besides the occasional glass
es of red wine) is a pop of life and colors.
I’m talking about flowers.
Afternoon yoga from a few weeks ago. It felt so, so good.
Real-time: 30 minutes.
Also, I need to get new sports bra. Mine don’t seem to compress anymore :-\
“I drink champagne when I’m happy, and when I’m sad.
Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone.
When I have company, I consider it obligatory.
I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am.
Otherwise I never touch it…unless I’m thirsty”
- Lily Bollinger.
By New England standards the last few days have been exceptionally balmy. To give you an idea, on Monday it was 25 degrees and I was upset that I had to drive to work that day because I would have much rather walked. Yes, we’re crazy for living here, but we suffer through these mad months for three glorious months of summer. However, at least four of those weeks are filled with rain….Enough with this math though!