…and I suck at it. So to speak, by the spur of the moment, we decided to try out juicing. Thailand –> fresh delicious fruit –> fresh fruit juice. You follow? – good, then you agree this should be a laugh..that’s what I thought. Naturally, I agree and was sort of full of enthusiasm. Then came the juices….wait, wait, wait, you think “what about the why, why the hell do you think jiving would be a necessity?…….ri-i-i-i-i-ight, I thought we’d just sort of skip this part. It sounded so good, detoxification. I thought I could in fact pay my body back a little for the many years it has held up so nicely and allowed me to do so many things in life. BUT, that was my consciousness, the food heart in me, that had these highflying ulterior motives. Hm, who is missing in this story? Right, the reptilian core, the most ancient, most stubborn, least agreeable part of the human brain. And despite, my body and my consciousness not being hungry, the reptilian core was P.I.S.S.E.D! and he let us know about it. Oh, man did I feel off kilter. After 24hrs I was being told that I was oh so hungry. Mental checking disclosed this as a blatant lie. My reptilian core sat sulking in a corner, hatching a new, improved plan. Increase the complaint frequency and increase the volume of complaining. Just to ensure the message would come across, there was screaming and kicking added. All this makes for an epic struggle, and yes, “makes” (present tense) because this is the last day – today (5/31/2015), day 5.
This is now a good time to pick up the threat of the fact that we are in Thailand and my oh-so high expectations for the juices. Let me start by saying that they are healthy, very healthy, very, very healthy…oh-so very goddam healthy. Let me continue by saying that my favorite juice by far, by very very far, was the juice we got as a replacement for the Coconut Water With a Cinnamon Stick in it – it was the Pineapple-Apple-Mint juice. I know Coconut water is allegedly, so I have been told, again very healthy and good for your body. However, coconut water makes my dry-heave, gagg, I do not like the smell nor the taste. The Pineapple-Apple-Mint juice was the one white tulip on a black laver rock field. The other juices were, besides healthy vegetable juices. Vegetables squeezed to a painful death for my juicing p,ease were cucumber (why, are you kidding me!), kale (don’t know what that is), carrots (hello gorgeous), ginger (oh so exotic), red beets (I know you), spinach (Popeye made me love you), broccoli (you can give juice?). Granted they were fresh and they were healthy, but as I was expecting FRUIT juices, they required a continental shift of a mental adaptation on my part, which I managed – no thanks to the reptilian core – to achieve.
Finally, what’s the summary? Consciously and physically I felt excellent. I was able to work out without restrictions. I recovered a little slower. I slept very well and felt mentally sharp. Will I do it again? Yes, but I will have to prepare my reptilian core, similar to preparing an unruly 5yr old when you go visit aunty Katherine with her 3 award winning poodles and dozens of Hummel figurines for the weekend. “If you are a good boy, we will have ice cream and ride the Summer luge track on the way back. So, please show Mommy and daddy how well you can behave – like a real big boy.”
Oh, I also lost 4kg in 5 days and a completely new appreciation for chubby people who desperately have to and want to lose weight – I salute you.
Cheers and stay sharp (juicing facilitates that, provided you take the reptilian core, that ugly bastard)