FitBit Fab

I don’t get hooked on much – I especially don’t get hooked on any health fads (except for that 6 month affair I had with Zumba). So who knew I’d love wearing my FitBit? It’s so much fun. I love the way it looks. I love that it keeps me honest. I love the 10,000
step buzz. The buzz is everything. I love seeing other people wearing one. I usually nod to those folks and give them a knowing smile – they usually look away quickly, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in it together.
I haven’t been able to make my 20,000 step badge yet ( that’s when you walk 20,000 steps and the bracelet sends you a badge, complex right?). In the grand tradition of my over share, here’s what my days have been lately. Is it athlete worthy? Nope. Is it better than a vegetable? Hells ya.
Shopping for school supplies day:

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Sunday hike. A short hike I guess:

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Back in it!

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A shameful shameful day. I couldn’t even look at my wrist that day.

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Today is still calculating – I’m at 9,878 at 7:45pm. 10s in the bag.
20,000 is going to happen. Stay tuned!

Juiced

I didn’t post this weekend because I was super busy. Super busy juicing! Stop rolling your eyes.

I’ve been dying to find out what all the fuss is about. Lots of my blogging buddies juice all the time. One of them recommended a documentary called, “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead”. So on a rockin’ Friday night – I watched it. It was incredibly inspiring.

Does this mean I’m on a juice fast for 60 days? Ha! You crack me up.

Does this mean I’m on a juice fast for 10 days? No way Jose.

Does this mean I’m on a juice fast for 3 days? Nah.

I like chewing. And I love food. I’d be a sad, miserable person without it. Nobody wants that.

This just means I understand the redeeming qualities of fresh juice and want to incorporate it into our family’s life. You should watch the documentary. It outlines all the benefits of juicing which I won’t go into here.   It also makes me want to travel to Australia, but that’s another story.

If my mother knew I had a blog and could get over the personal stuff I share on this blog and was reading my blog today, she’d nod knowingly at this post. My parents have been juicing for years. And for years they’ve been trying to talk us into juicing. Her juices are 80% fruit 20% vegetable – which is the opposite ratio that’s recommended by most doctors, but I’m not telling them that.

So, first step to juicing? Buy a juicer. Here’s the one I got. Notice the placement of the juicer next to the cookie jar. Perfect.

I went with the Breville Juice Fountain Plus – it had the best reviews online and it also happened to be the one they used in the movie. Sorry these pictures are all a bit overexposed or something. I think it’s my inner glow from juicing that caused this. Really.

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I did some juice recipe research and spent the weekend buying veggies and fruits. I was telling the kids not to eat the fruit because it was for juicing until I realized how bananas I sounded. I let them eat whatever they wanted. On that note – you cannot juice bananas. Fyi.

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I was off and running. I juiced it all! Kale. Spinach. Carrots. Celery. Swiss Chard.

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I snuck in some beets too. Don’t tell my husband, he thinks he doesn’t like beets.

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Here’s the results…please ignore the Stoudt’s brewery tasting glass…slim pickin around here for drinking glasses. This is the tomato, carrot, beet concoction. Delicious.

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This is the spinach, cucumber, ginger and apple combo. Equally good. I strained this juice to get all the little bits out. Then I panicked and thought that maybe I strained all the goodness out so I dumped it all back in.

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Tomorrow I’ll be making a watermelon, papaya and mint combo. Exciting times.