Day 5: Feeling Alive

Today I feel really positive.  I am over my temporary downer from the previous day and slight insanity and I have feeling in full flow of the week’s juice cleanse.  I think I’m in the routine of it now and I don’t feel hungry or tempted to eat.  Bacon smells seem to waft everywhere I go, following me around but I have decided that I will try to be veggie after this so I am happy for the people tucking into their bacon sarnies but I won’t be joining them.

So far the juicing has not turbo charged my life – I am no stealth ninja acrobat – but it has helped to curb my night owl bad habit and I’m generally feeling calmer and more content as if I’ve just had a camomile tea every minute. I’m not as cold either these past two days and although I can’t say I have amazing clarity of mind, I have moments when I feel the fog has lifted.  I love feeling lighter inside but not hungry.  The sky is blue and it’s a lovely morning.


So I jump out of bed for my morning’s juice scavenge.  Well more just driving across town to pick it up.  Oooh juice lovely juice. I am not fed up with it yet and I enjoy my first of the day in the car.  Another benefit I have noticed is that my skin feels great and unless I am thinking wishfully, my forehead seems smoother and almost ‘younger’ looking.  This could be the combined effect of feeling more relaxed and possibly better quality of sleep although now I regret not monitoring this throughout with one of those sleep apps.


Afterwards I head for a swim, jacuzzi and steam at the gym.  Ironically and probably like most people, now that I have quit my gym membership and have only a couple of weeks left of it, I have started to actually use it.  Feeling refreshed, I then have a lovely 2 hour Slavic massage treatment planned.  I think steams, saunas and massages are fab ways to complement a detox and I’m excited about this massage as I’ve never had it before.

This was a therapy fuelled day for me both in receiving and giving treatments.  As a therapist, I am lucky from time to time to do swaps with other therapists and this is one of those times.  Slavic massage is a long flowing massage which is extremely relaxing – probably one of the most de-stressing treatments I have ever had.  You don’t wear anything while on the massage couch but you are draped from the waist down with a sheet. I start by lying on my front and the therapist dripped warm oil over me – this is a first for me and after a while I get over thoughts like ‘this feels a bit messy’ and ‘ I hope it’s not spilling and dripping everywhere’ to thinking ‘this feels really therapeutic’.

Flowing and rhythmical strokes are used from the top of one arm stretched over head, down to the bottom of my foot. Two hours is the perfect length for a massage as you get a balanced full body treatment and massage to the tummy is included which is often missed out in shorter treatments. I really don’t know how I’m going to get up at the end, I could just lie there and drift away.

However, after that it is my turn to do the treatments and I fuel up on some more juice before I give 4 clients massage treatments that afternoon.  I am all prepared with a sneaky juice jar and a straw ready for in between clients. I have learnt that going longer than an hour without some juice is not fun.

Finally after a lovely clinic, it’s home time.  I take my final jar of juice, a green one, to bed and work my way through it.  It’s quite late but I feel like drinking it all. Tonight though I am freezing again – so frustrating as I thought I had acclimatised to the arctic conditions of juicing.  I go to bed with 3 tops, one jumper, a dressing gown, a scarf, a hot water bottle, a duvet and a blanket and still feel chilly.  Maybe drinking cold juice before bed is a bad idea.  Turning over I am ready to sleep though and really happy to have made it through 5 days!

So far juicing has taught me that getting up in the mornings isn’t so bad and also to be a bit more organised with what I eat. Oh and that I would like another Slavic massage!

Day 4: Green Drinking Grumpy Chops

At school I used to be very grumpy.  I’m not a ‘morning person’ and I would be prickly with anyone who tried to talk to me before midday.  Come lunchtime, I would perk up considerably a become friends with me friends again – lucky that they were lovely enough to stay my friends! Anyways this terrible moodiness returned to me today and followed my feelings of being a lost teenager from the previous evening.

Anyways it’s a bit like groundhog day on a juice cleanse if like me your day revolves around getting and drinking.  I had a similiar night’s sleep as the one before – weirdly waking at 1am, then 4am then before my alarm.  I can always get back to sleep again but I don’t normally have such disturbed sleep especially when it’s just randomly waking up.  I start the day still feeling very angry and emotional about the day before.  

Yesterday involved selling my share of my business after a very difficult process and a less than satisfactory outcome and then an argument with my husband who is currently across the other side of the world.  This morning I have bags left over from tears the night before and an inadequate sleep. Other people in the juice cleanse group are talking about energy boosts.  This I long for but have not experienced. 


I decide to go for a green juice for breakfast to get it out the way first as it’s my least favourite colour.  Let’s just say although they are all delicious, the green one tastes the most ‘healthy and clean’. I think this one has courgette in and here’s where you can find some of the health benefits.  I may be mistaken but my skin feels better – it’s not as dry and the skin tone is more even.  Possibly the purple cabbage?

I park my car and see that I have a missed Skype call from my other half so I give him a ring back and for some reason I end up crying – nothing to do with him, I am just angry from the business meeting the day before and struggling to make peace with it.  I can’t remember the last time I cried or was this emotionally wobbly but I assume it has nothing to do with the juice cleanse. The book I read focussed on the benefits and the physical side of things, although I didn’t read it page for page.

I get into work and give in to the urge to send out prickly ‘keep you’re distance’ vibes.  A bit like Lucy Liu’s character in Ally McBeal who used to growl at her.  Now, up until now no one at work has asked any questions about my containers in the fridge or my newly acquired juice habit.  But today 3 different colleagues ask ‘what on earth is that?!’.  

‘A vat of juice!’ I reply from gritted teeth.  I am really not feeling myself today and I am being outwardly unfriendly. This is followed by a ridiculously immature fall out with my husband via Whatsapp about something that really shouldn’t be an issue for me. I must just be grumpy and needing support due to the business situation, I try to convince myself.  But an email from a yoga teacher who coaches people through ‘Juice Feasts’ and who for the past 7 years has only eaten a raw food diet, Susan Reynolds, told me that it is often the emotional reactions to juice feasts that surprise most people the most rather than the physical side.  As I said, it’s not the biggest physical challenge ever. Susan offers health consultations as well as juicing support and says that it is the emotional stuff that she coaches people through the most.  It is with Susan that I will be taking part in a week long yoga retreat in Costa Rica.

This is a comfort and once I can see that I really had no argument, no real issue and was just grumpy, I say sorry to those who I was grumpy at and feel a lot better, perhaps the 2 are linked and I’m not losing it…I really feel that some yoga will be very beneficial as well especially as yesterday I didn’t do any exercise.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t exercise daily by any means but I think you need a bit of an endorphin boost to replace the warm and fuzzy feeling that a latte or a warm meal would give you.  I think that as I’m not tempted to stray from the juice path and don’t seem to have any cravings or withdrawals so to speak of, that it is convincing me that I could continue this.  I wonder if I could go a bit longer myself. Or even just replace a meal with a juice for the next week or so.

I don’t need caffeine.  If I really fancy a latte after this I could have one but I could also easily not.

I don’t need that bacon.  I am seriously considering being a vegetarian after this.

I do need to eat healthy and try to continue juicing.  I am going to try to incorporate 3 day cleanses into my life each month.  

Day 4 and I’m warming up again, running to the loo less emphatically and feeling in the swing of it.  I think that it has taken 3 days for any kind of cleanse to take place and now it’s a case of my body balancing back out.

I have decided to take this week easy as I ease into post Christmas exercise, so I have signed up to a beginner’s class to revisit the basics and make sure I have got the foundations on a good level as a good starting point to really focussing on ashtanga yoga this year. The aim of this class is to get you to a confident enough stage so that you can take part in Mysore self-practice classes.  I’ve been to a couple of these but I’m not very confident with the sequence of asanas yet.  As it happens this teacher is starting this course slowly going right back to basics which is fine but I don’t do much of a work out.  I am feeling a lot calmer though and am grateful for the practice.


 I have had my spoonful of honey in my herbal tea for the past couple of nights.  Honey’s medicinal so it can’t affect things too much I think and it’s just so lovely to have a different texture on my tongue.  Also every night I get home and look forward to an early night in bed.  This doesn’t really happen but instead I am going to sleep at a more normal time than I did before which would be anything from 12am-2am.  Now I’m usually in bed by 11pm and feeling ready and content to sleep.  This is a nice change as before I would become awake again at night and try to fit in as much as I could before bed.  Maybe juicing will help me beat this bad habit and turn me from being a night owl zombie to a normal person at bedtime and in the mornings which would be great.

Lesson Learnt today: Doing a Juice Cleanse can be an emotional detox too!

Juice Cleanse: Day 3 – The Big Freeze

heart shaped fruit and veg

So this is me reporting on my third day of having nothing other than freshly juiced fruit and veg and herbal teas, oh and a spoonful of honey which I had last night after a seriously ill-planned stretch without juice.  I am doing this for 7 days as loads of people have already, but this is my first time and I am being helped along by having lovely people juice my daily ‘food’ for me and by the fact that my hubby is away.  According to him I have no will power and an emotional attachment to food.  I can’t imagine how hard this would be if he were at home eating lovely warm meals and I had to juice some apples, carrots and ginger whilst the aromas wafted up my nostrils.  However, so far the will power thing hasn’t been an issue but I have probably developed an unhealthy attachment to my juice.

‘It’s like my most prized possession now!’ I explain as I collect my 5 litres from Meadowlark Cafe adjacent to my yoga school of the same name.  It’s true.  I have no desire to buy anything, no other real needs – thankfully, but right now my one and only preoccupation is having some juice on me at all times.

Day 3 has been interesting. I woke up with a jolt at 1am thinking it was time to get up and swerved out of bed to realise that it wasn’t.  Then I woke up again at 4am and then again at 6am, hmm…I had heard that juicing massively improved your quality of sleep and this was one of the things that had most attracted me to doing this.  Instead, the first night I had my first realistic nightmare in ages and the second night this.

Oh well.  I make it sleepily out of bed feeling freezing and head straight towards the kettle.  Oh I forgot about the kettle and my hot water bottle – there are other possessions that I care deeply about right now.   I have been sleeping with 3 layers, a dressing gown, a blanket and a hot water bottle and still felt chilly! Having seen the scenes of near arctic conditions in America I can say that I can’t imagine it being any colder there than it is in my house even with the heating on.  Feeling cold has been one of the trickiest parts of this so far.  It’s not all that fun never feeling warm and I am usually the one fanning myself at my desk as I over heat at work.  Instead today I look down to see the hairs my arms raised and my hands turning a funny shade of purple – the horror, although that could be the purple juice.

On today’s menu was a purple cabbage, pear and fennel juice among others that I was very excited about.  I am loving me some juice!  It is like the elixir of life.  I am genuinely smiling just thinking about it. And here’s a bit about Fennel:

Fennel juice has an amazing calming effect on the digestion and reduces intestinal cramps, intestinal gas, flatulence and bloating. It is widely used by herbalists as an antispasmodic for IBS, due to the essential oils contained within fennel that help to relax the walls of the gut. The most powerful essential oil is anethol, which is a superb anti-inflammatory as well as being the main chemical responsible for fennel’s antispasmodic effects.

Now this is good timing because today had been a game changer.  I am feeling a lot more windy and like I need to run to the toilet than I did the first 2 days.  Maybe a delayed detox reaction.  Quite concerning though as I have 2 massage clients this evening and so far when I have to go, I have to go. On a positive note, by lunchtime I don’t feel as cold.  I actually stop thinking about feeling cold so that means that I’m not – what a relief!

I had a horrendous meeting about leaving my own business which I will no doubt write about once I have gained some space from it all and then I went off to meet a friend for a much needed catch up.  For some reason I am feeling a bit more emotional today than others and quite lonely.  Up until now I have been enjoying doing my own thing in my juicing world with the ‘community’ feel of the people at my yoga school and online support. But these things, changes in diet etc,  can be lonely things to do.  I haven’t planned any social events until later in the week and think I needed to see a friend.

There’s not so much ‘hunger pangs’ as ’emptiness pangs’ and I think that the emotional attachment I maybe have with food, if any (I’m not saying I agree with my hubby) could be reflected in that by feeling physically empty it is making me feel quite emotionally empty. I need to fill myself up with something nurturing – thank goodness I have this planned!

Beforehand I still stupidly walk about without my juice bottle to hand – will I never learn?!  So I had to buy a juice on the move from a stand that freshly juices it.  This juice was…disappointing.  It tastes sweeter than the juices I have been having and I wonder if it is mainly apple juice.  I venture in the food court of the shopping centre I’m in and notice than I have a slightly more acute sense of smell.  The whole place smells like ketchup. But I make it to the food court (another one) in John Lewis with a beautiful view of an Edinburgh monument set against the blue sky and have a great chat with my friend, interrupted only now and then by the strongest smell of bacon.

Now having embarked on this fruit and veg feast and realised how few veggies I normally eat, I decided that once I’m done, I’ll return to being a vegetarian. It was bacon, however, that trapped me back to the way of meat way back when I was a vegetarian student living off pesto and pasta. I push the bacon smell to one side and tell myself, all in good time if I still so desire.

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I’m ravenous for more juice so I gulp some after my massage work and head home.  I don’t even wait until I get in the house before finishing the rest in my driveway – another delicious and brightly coloured dinner!  Once in my iglu of a house, I have the bestest hottest bath ever with candles and blissful bath oil.  I actually say out loud ‘I am so grateful to have this bath’.  I feel real gratitude, very cheesy I know.  And then due to the build up of the day I actually burst into tears.  I feel like a lost teenager, but I end the day warm and if anything else this is teaching me what’s really important in life!

Lesson learnt on day 3 – nurture yourself by filling yourself up with positive actions and thoughts and surround yourself by kind people.

Juice Cleanse: Day 2 – Purple!

Perhaps this should have come in yesterday’s post, but in my juice fuelled enthusiasm, it was, well, all about the juice!  However to say a bit more, I am a massage therapist and run a business in Edinburgh along with carrying out another  entirely different job for variation and respite.  Due to a long period of feeling that my energy levels should be higher for my age and health – I am 31 and healthy – I decided to join the juicing bandwagon that was being organised by my yoga school and go on a week long Juice Cleanse.  This is all about Day 2 which has had a few surprises in store along with another amateur mistake.

The juice crazed pandemonium of yesterday seemed to have been straightened out at the yoga centre where they were making the juice for us.  Gratefully I have paid them to buy in the organic ingredients and kindly they have given up their time to prep it and juice it.  Prep takes place for a few hours the night before (there are 23 of us requiring 5 litres each a day) and the juicing takes about 3 hours in the morning – easy peasy for me, not so easy for the juicers.

However I arrive in the morning to collect my juice and things are much smoother than yesterday.  Today is mainly a day off for me with the exception of one massage client, a lovely regular client who I look forward to seeing.  So far so good.  Except I am disorganised and running late and this is the theme of the day.  I leave the house without my purse, but thankfully have back up money in my bag.

I drink my first delicious juice, opting for a purple one.  Sorry for the lack of details but I do know it had purple cabbage in it and I downed it happily – so far purple is by far my favourite colour of juice.  As I have now learned, cabbage has anti-cancer properties and purple cabbage is a blood builder (everything red, purple or blue builds the blood).  In the past I have been told by an Ayurvedic therapist and an acupuncturist that I need more blood nourishing foods but I never eat anything purple usually.

ravishing raw

  • Cabbage, regardless of color, is excellent for the skin.
  • Cabbage is rich in minerals, such as calcium and potassium, choline, iodine, phosphorous, sodium and sulfur. The sulfur in cabbage helps destroy ferments in the blood.
  • Cabbage is an excellent source of vitamins A, B and C.
  • Cabbage is an alkalizing food. It helps regulate the pH in our system.
  • Raw cabbage and raw cabbage juice both relieve and heal any kind of gastrointestinal ulcer.
  • Cabbage aids in digestion and elimination Cabbage can dramatically lower bad cholesterol and helps lower blood pressure.

However, having said all that purple should come with a sort of ‘health warning’.  Following the successful consumption of beetroot juice yesterday I almost let out a scream on going to the toilet to find a bright purple ‘display’.  Sorry for those of you who are squeamish or eating your breakfast but this ‘cleanse’ could get messy and I wasn’t prepared! Neither was my poor toilet who may need some defence from the colours that have been ‘decorating’ it in recently.

Moving on from that, I have also discovered that through consuming so much liquid I now have a 20 minute window before I need the toilet.  This is difficult especially when you’re driving somewhere without a toilet and thus requires good planning.  I imagine this is what it feels like to be pregnant without carrying around a heavy tummy – my stomach feels decidedly light.  I have my second juice of the day.

Finally the morning brings my Midday Mysore Yoga class.  I don’t normally go to Mysore or the ‘self-practice’ classes, but I nervously went last night and the teacher on hand to help out was really patient and intuitively good at giving me guidance so much so that I feel good about today.  And again it was great – a different but brilliant teacher and although it’s a ‘self-practice’ session you do get a lot more 1-1 guidance and direction than in led group classes. I am happy and I drive home to Pharell’s song by that title.  I get home and have my third juice, safely tucking the fourth container away in the fridge – a place I haven’t ventured in a whole day.

To aid this detox, I have booked  a facial as a treat and I merrily trot off for some relaxation before work.  Today is back on track.  I realise the emotional link I have to ‘consuming’ things whether that be food or juice.  My juice is like my magically bottled happy place. I could jump in and turn purple.  When I am without juice, unhappiness quickly creeps up to bite me and this was the mistake I made on this day.

I left the house without my final juice.  Thinking in terms of meals which is nonsense in these circumstances, I thought I’d have my ‘dinner’ as per usual, on arriving back from work later than evening around 7.30pm. So from 3.30 to 7.30pm I didn’t have any juice.  Cue unhappy face.  I managed to fit in a lovely relaxing facial and a glass of water being going to work to massage my lovely client. The I didn’t have anything else until I got home.  Well this was my actual face before my client – a bit nutty looking and very frizzy. It became unhappy after I finished work.

Me Day 2

Then I hit a real low point.  Feeling quite down, dejected and powerless, I drove home planning to go straight to bed.  Tummy making all sorts of noises, I soothed it with my lovely, final juice of the day and a warming herbal tea and some probiotics which I had forgotten about taking.  I curse my house for seeming colder inside than it feels outside just now. I perk up instantly though from the magic green juice and stay up a bit later than planned, but I have learnt my lesson – always have a bottle of juice to hand!

Juice Cleanse: Day 1

So I have survived Day 1 of my 7 day Juice Cleanse (or Feast) and I am here to tell the tale.   Day 1 coincided with the first day back at work after the festive break and I have to say that getting out of bed wasn’t as hard as it usually is, probably because getting out of bed was necessary to pick up my first freshly made batch of juice.

I’m undertaking this with my hand being firmly held by my yoga school who organised this ‘community event’ and are taking care of all the juicing logistics.  I get to collect about 5 litres a day and there are usually 4 or 5 different types of juice to choose from.  Today was a bit like  traffic light juice.  The photo is from Day 2 but you get the pic!

Juice x 3

Here’s a list of the juice flavours that were on offer today:

– beetroot, celeriac, apple ginger, lemon

– cabbage (red and white), pear, lemon

– romaine lettuce, kale, courgette, cucumber, celery

– celery, spinach, kale, cucumber, courgette, apple, ginger, lemon, rocket

– carrot, apple, ginger, lemon

As my containers were filled for me today I’m not entirely sure which ones I had but I think I had purple #1, green #1 and orange.  First one down the hatch was the carrot one.  Delish in a healthy way. I took that to be breakfast.

I decide to ease into the week by taking it easy at work – the first day back isn’t meant to be uber productive, is it? Really.

I’m trying to preempt and therefore prevent hunger pangs so I savoured the next juice over a 2 hour lunch period.  It’s not my fave I have to admit, the green one tastes ok but does have a slight ‘medicinal’ feel to it and the smell of warming soup that everyone is torturing me with at their desks makes me a tiny bit jealous.  However these are my tips to stop me losing my mind, courtesy of Jason Vale and a few other sources:

  • Well Jason does quite rightly identify that this isn’t the biggest challenge of one’s life.  It’s just drinking juiced fruit and veg along with herbal teas and you’re allowed a spoonful of honey every now and then if you need it.  Putting this in perspective, it is highly unlikely that I will go stir crazy.
  • This is my choice.  I could eat whatever I want, but I am choosing to drink delicious and nutri-licious juice this week instead.
  • This is temporary and my body, mind and soul will thank me for it.

I have added motivation.  This was never about weight loss but I have now tried on the bridesmaid dress I shall be wearing in April and I can’t get the side zip up.  Not good. Also there’s quite a long time from the end of the juice cleanse until the wedding so I may need to do another one of these ‘feasts’ again the week before but in someone else’s house.  In New Zealand. With no hand holding. Hmm.

Anyway now I have just one container left in the work fridge (I’m sure people have been eyeing them suspiciously but so far no one has asked any questions). They are labelled with my name, but I’m desperate not to attract attention about this.

So far feeling, I feel bright and positive, if quite cold.  This is strange for me as I usually err on the side of being too warm most of the time.  I now make a big mistake and save this last container for quite late in the afternoon and have to almost down it before leaving work to head to my yoga class.   It’s almost hard to drink this much liquid which is being boosted by herbal tea in an attempt to get warmth into my body (Pukka’s Lemon and Ginger).  The trick, I have learnt, is sipping it constantly throughout the day so your body feels like it’s always being fed.

And then I bounce off to my yoga class and I feel ok.  I get home, have my final juice fest of the day – the purple beetroot one and, Oh My God it tastes to good you could have been mistaken for thinking I was licking clean the bowl of chocolate cake mix.  There were ‘bits’ too that I could chew on. Properly yummy!  Bedtime herbal tea is Yogi Tea’s Choco Chilli to help warm me up and is kinda like dessert.

Choco Chilli

End of Day Summary: Slept well.  No Hunger.  No detox symptoms.

Just COLD!

Goodbye 2013 and a Happy Hello Twenty Fourteen!

Happy New Year Everyone! Ok so I’m almost a week late but it has taken me until today to realise that we’re in a new, fresh, exciting year and that deserves and new blog!

I’m starting 2014 with the intention of having a more open mind in terms of what a year can hold and with the view that this year is part of a bigger picture and I am a work in progress.  It will not be a stand alone event but a metaphorical and literal journey.  I hope to share some of the more note worthy (fingers crossed there are some!) things that happen along with some extra ramblings with you in this blog.

2014 So Far: Today is Day 1 of a 7 day Juice Cleanse

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This is not a New Year’s Resolution to lose weight.  This is a fun event created by the manager of my yoga school that I felt enthusiastic to be a part of.  Plus they make all the juice for you so it seemed like the simplest way to do a ‘Juice Feast’ for the first time.  So far I have drunk a mystery green juice which I have to admit was a bit ‘so-so’ until I get more used to it and a delicious carrot and ginger juice.  This is all being washed down by copious amounts of herbal tea as I feel freezing today – it is January in Scotland.

Anyway I’ll try to write a bit every day as a sort of juice journal, so more to come.  Trickiest part of this first day was not surprisingly  lunch time in the office and everyone sat at their desks eating soup – I was hoping they would all eat in the canteen.  So the room was full of yummy warming smells.  However it does seem that everyone was on some kind of detox/soup diet/plan – we tend to spend the whole of January feeling guilty for the whole of December.  But I have been spoiling myself by feasting on these juicy delights, my little sordid health secrets tucked away (well taking up a lot of space) in the fridge. And not out of guilt or weight loss as I don’t think I would stick to the cleanse if that was my ‘motivation’.  Just to do a bit of a clear out, as I’m trying to do in every aspect of my life right now and I’m really excited about all this juice!

Funnily enough this year I haven’t set myself any New Year Resolutions (I think they should be called Reallyshouldutions).  I think I jinx them by committing them to paper and I somewhat set myself up for ‘failure’ as the list seems to come down to a set of challenges and basically things I feel I ‘should’ do or maybe I don’t WANT to do enough.  Why do we write these lists? I’m not sure.  I don’t think they’re a bad thing but this year I don’t feel I need them.  I am going to take this year more as it comes and make the most of it.  If I had an actual list it would be to break old habits and make better choices.

Before now it sort of felt like 2013 was dragging out and instead of 365 days, last year was going to break the mould and round itself up to 370.  Why not?! Well, my answer would be that although every year is full of wonderment, 2013 was a bit of a struggle.  There were roller-coaster highs and lows the same as every year and maybe I haven’t taken the time to remember it all fully, but it just seemed to grind me down a bit from after September.  Having said that, my birthday is the end of September and I had the distinct feeling of the ‘end of a year’ then rather than on the last day of December so really I have been waiting 3 months for 2014.  Anyway now it’s here, hurrah!

I plan to digest and reflect over the past year in the upcoming 3 months when I’ll be able to get some space and time, quite literally, to do so.  This is the exciting part of the year to come – at the beginning of next month I shall be parting company with my, er, company and business partner.  I am lucky enough that my other job will be put on hold, I am hopeful that my house will be rented out and I shall embark on a year of foreign people, places and personal development (I cringed at the last bit too but I guess that’s what I’m hoping for).

So onto a more revitalising, exciting and adventurous year of the Horse (not that I know what that means).  I love the ‘New Year, New You’ feeling and buzzing anticipation which almost a week on has not yet subsided.  for the new year.

End of Day 1: Fave juice = the Purple one: beetroot, celeriac, apple, ginger, lemon = really tasty, who’d have thought?!

Hunger: fine, no really.  I have consumed god knows how many fruit and veg in the 5 litres of juice I’ve drunk.  If you put all that on a plate, I imagine it would be physically hard to eat it all.

Mood: Hmm was feeling a bit ‘internal’ kinda introvert today but maybe just needing to be a bit quieter and calmer.  Hopefully won’t have a mental tantrum over this week or an emotional wobble but it’s all part of the fun I guess!