2013 be crazy, though.
There’s so much going on in life right now to even blog about.
Just saying :)
We started off this whole juicing bit great. We opted for a 7-day juice plan, per my last post. Disclaimer, this was not a juice plan for weight loss. The plan was just trying to get more of our daily dose of fruits and veggies. So we decided to shock our bodies with a mild 1-week cleanse. We decided that plan was to start Friday and end the following Friday. Leej wanted to kick start by starting 1 day earlier by having juice for dinner last Thursday night. We did, and it tasted fantastic.
This one is beet, carrot, strawberry, and kale.
The following day we began our journey! Or so we thought. Friday: Day One. It started off as a good juicing day but ended in failure. That night I was still extremely PMS-y and had this terrible craving for a cheeseburger. And I NEVER crave burgers. So I texted the hubs and let him know I’d start juicing on Saturday. This craving had to be fulfilled. Thanks to Trueburger in Oakland, it was. So our juicing resumed Saturday & Sunday.
Here’s one of the other juices we made. This one was grapefruit, lime, kale, beets, and strawberry. It tasted very…healthy.
When Monday came we juiced until lunch and I ran into a problem. I was at work I knew my clothes felt a little loose, so I decided to hop onto the scale. To my surprise I had lost weight. Almost 4 pounds in just 2 full days of juicing. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but for me that is a lot in that short amount of time. It doesn’t help that I’m constantly on my feet walking around in a fast-paced environment at work. I had no other choice. I had to adjust this juicing thing somehow. Compensate. So later that evening, this is what I ate.
What a way to compensate, ay? It was delicious! You can never go wrong with Korean wings and Fenton’s Creamery. Last night was a whole different story. Afterwards we saw the Silver Linings Playbook. Twas a good movie, but thats a different subject. We juiced both breakfast and lunch but enjoyed our (early) Valentines dinner at Marica in Rockridge. Leejay has a big board meeting coming up on Friday and last night was the best night for us to celebrate considering our work schedules. It was totally worth it. You could read my review on Yelp :) Which brings us to today. Leejay will be strict juicing for 3 days straight. I, because of the rapid weight loss, will only juice 2 meals a day. All in all, we are glad to even have a juicer. After seeing the effects it has, and allowing us to make our own fresh juices at home, it really gives us a chance to add more fruits and veggies into our daily lives. I can’t wait until my brother comes to visit this weekend. A whole week of gluttony is about to go down!
Tomorrow begins our 7 day juice adventure. Thanks to our Breville & our handy juice recipe book, we are now ready to try it out. I was thinking about keeping it on the DL but figured that this would be a nice stretch of accountability. Although juicing has been a trend as of late, I really do believe in the power of juice. Generally people are supposed to be consuming a certain amount of veggies and fruits per day. According to the CDC (Center of Disease Control) , we ( people in our 20-somethings) should be consuming at least 2 cups of fruit, and 3 cups of vegetables minimum, per day. Unfortunately there are few who hit the minimum requirement. The hubs and I included. Hence we will set forth on our mission of health and detox. We’ll get to all the other juicy details later this week.
So I’m sitting in Gotts’s Roadside in San Francisco waiting for my buzzer to flash little red lights. Sitting at this wooden table on a steel barstool, my eyes drift straight ahead at the man directly in front of me. This man, with a full head of white hair in a dark gray suit, and fancy camel-colored leather dress shoes is on his mobile device playing solitaire next to his half empty bottle of Corona. He looks as though he had been waiting awhile. Suddenly my buzzer begins to flash red and I retrieve my order. This man sees I’ve received mine and looks at the open kitchen with confusion. His order must’ve taken too long. He stands up and walks rigidly to the kitchen, shoulders stooped way down, with an obvious limp. He starts to ask about the status of his order. As he does this, his buzzer suddenly goes off. He heads slowly to the pick up area and comes back to his seat with a cheeseburger, gourmet hotdog, and French fries. At this moment my mind can’t help but keep on creeping on. I subconsciously assess the situation, as my own food cools in front of me. His face looks sad or distressed. He is not wearing a wedding band, in such dapper attire, with his glasses slid down to the point of his nose. I watched as he took a bite of his hotdog and then he instantly stands up. I quickly look down, as to not be obvious and steal a glance of ketchup and mustard all around his mouth. He walks towards the napkins to wipe the mess off of his face and I become saddened. Is he widowed? Divorced? Single? He looks like an awfully hard worker. Like he’s been working his whole life. He looks to be far beyond the age of retirement. Why is eating all alone? So much food for one person. Is that his first beer? Is he still working? He must be exhausted. Is he sad? Maybe he used to be happy and successful, but worked so hard he didn’t enjoy life? Maybe this is what he enjoys most in life? This might be how he winds down before going home. Thought-wandering at its finest. And then I look down. Here I am alone after work, devouring a tuna melt with cheddar cheese on an egg bun. A very happy, married woman in ceil blue nursing scrubs. I wonder how he sized me up. Maybe similarly? I don’t know. Probably. I love playing solitaire. I find the mind so incredible. It really takes you places you didn’t even know you wanted to visit. It’s so easy to take just one look at a person and attempt to figure it out. In the end, though. Who cares really? I’m just here to eat. No wonder homeboy bought all that food. its cause’ it’s delicious, duh. I’m hungry!
Wordpress was getting too complicated for my washed-up-web-designer abilities so I’ve transferred us over to be hosted on good ol’ Tumblr! Since we know a lot of you already have Tumblr accounts, now it’s even easier to follow us and stay connected. (Though it wasn’t easy moving our blog over one post at a time — hnghhhh.)
Sorry for the long hiatus, we’ve been pretty busy on our end. But we’ve missed our dear blog, and we have a lot of updates! Stay tuned for more posts and adventures in 2013 :)
PEACE OUT, WORDPRESS.
The hubs bought this for me on my birthday last year. It was supposed to be used for the city of San Francisco because I started working there early last year. I never had the chance, due to wedding plans and such. We just moved into the coziest place in Temescal District of Oakland, California. Although I still work in San Francisco, and love the city to pieces, I’ve decided not to use this book there. Instead I’ll be exploring our new home town. I’m super excited! Temescal is tight.
Today, the hubs and I went about our neighboring downtown areas for poops and giggs. We walked from Rockridge to Berkley and back. As we ventured through College St., we walked in and out of many quaint boutiques, bookstores, and read through a variety of menus on windows of hip-looking restaurants, we came across an athletic shoe shop. Just yesterday I was telling the mister how I’ve been looking for new running shoes because I had 2 pairs of Nike Frees that just weren’t cutting it. I had complained about how my right foot presses up against the front of my shoe. I never thought twice about it, since those particular shoes fit like a sock. As they should. It was only when I ran outdoors, I felt discomfort. So as I tried on the shoes I thought would be ideal for me, the store employee looked down at my feet and blurted the words that would forever change my life. “Oh, hmm… Your feet are different sizes. Your right foot is a little bigger.” After saying this, he feels for my toes through the shoes. HE WAS RIGHT! I always knew something was weird! So it’s official. Ladies and gentlemen, I have asymmetrical feet. Left foot size 6.0, right foot size 6.5. This was quite the news. You learn something new everyday, I guess.
In other news, we were able to meet up a friend of Leejay’s, who is now my new friend, Chris McLaughlin. He’s a good fella. Good company, for sure. He happens to be a professional speed skater. Right? I didn’t know what that meant either. Instead of pretending to know, I just asked. Apparently it means to skate very fast. Ice skate, that is. Sounds intense, doesn’t it? Moreover, this guy coaches kids to speed skate. He happened to just be in the area while conducting a skate camp. I love meeting people who love people. I’m all about that public service.
After dinner we headed back home to change and hit the gym. I wanted to test out the new shoes I picked up. They felt great. My new found anomaly wasn’t even a hindrance. I did live with it for 26 years, afterall. Later at home, out of mere curiosity, the gent and I checked it out once more. It’s true. I’M HIDEOUS.