I don't know about where you are, but New York has gone juice crazy. Not for the Tropicana or Snapple variety, but for fresh pressed, preferably green juices with attractive packaging and a steep price tag. When I was working I did a few juice "cleanses" (as they call them) over the years - 3 or 5 days of nothing but juice, delivered to the office in numbered bottles with instructions for what to drink when. I usually had a couple of moments where I wanted to gnaw the leg off my chair, but afterwards I felt great - made you kick caffeine, feel less bloated, and feel 'detoxed.'
Now these places are everywhere - Liquiteria, Blue Print, Organic Avenue, etc. etc. But they are expensive ($10 a juice) so I just decided to start juicing on my own. Added incentive came from reading Julia Indichova's book 'Inconceivable,' in which she claims that juicing is one of the cornerstones of the lifestyle change that led to her getting pregnant at 42.
Who knows if that's true, but I do think it's healthy to have some raw vegetable matter every day and this is an easy way to do it. So here's what my morning breakfast looks like pre-juice:
And here's what all of that stuff turns into:
After breakfast today I indulged in some major blog surfing. For whatever reason, most of the blogs I read today were from people who were expecting or had newborns. Reading those blogs launched me into some serious baby fantasies - my reaction to the first positive pregnancy test, telling my parents the news, the enormous baby shower we would have. I was in so deep that at one point I found myself wandering over to our second bedroom (designated baby room) to mull over possibilities for where to put the crib. Whoa Nellie.
The fantasy thing is terribly seductive, but I'm trying not to let myself do it - I really think it's best if you live in the now as much as possible. Not just with IF but with life in general. I'm terrible at it, so there's no need to worry that I'll stop fantasizing - my only hope is to keep it to a somewhat manageable level.
I did manage to snap myself out of it and have a pretty productive day. Did a whole bunch of errands that I've been putting off forever. My plan is to have H come back and be totally impressed with all that I've accomplished. That is, if he's even capable of noticing after a week of killing brain and liver cells with his buddies.
Sorry for this long and random post - it's past my bedtime and I'm rambling. G'night.