The Juice Of Champions

08/17/2011

The Juice Of Champions

Would you like to meet my new love?

Isn't he cute?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I LOVE juicing!

Twice a day-- once in the morning and once in the evening-- I head to the lush, green lawn on my breakfast room table...

... and slice off a big hunk 'o good health!

It takes kind of a lot of wheatgrass to make barely an ounce of juice...

And then I throw in a couple slices of apple...

And voila!

Yummy goodness!

I certainly hope my ovaries appreciate the things I do for them.

Posted at 10:15 PM in Fertility, Food and Drink | Permalink

Tags: fertility, juicing, wheatgrass

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Okay, NOW I'm making fun of you...

Do you mix almond milk with that?!

Posted by: L | 08/18/2011 at 04:27 AM

Does it TASTE good? Because it's the kind of thing I see -- in magazines or at Jamba Juice -- and I covet the organic healthiness, but then I wonder if I would actually DO it.

Posted by: Jen Klein | 08/18/2011 at 07:27 AM

Yum!!

Do you *or any readers* have some good summer book suggestions? I am heading out west next week and have a long plane ride ahead of me. Would love a juicy book. I've just finished This Beautiful Life (and loved it) by Helen Schulman.

Posted by: Amy | 08/18/2011 at 10:50 AM

catnip for ovaries...i like it!

Posted by: jerie b | 08/18/2011 at 05:57 PM

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