That negative crap that I posted this morning is depressing me, and I've had a pretty interesting afternoon fighting with my birthday present so I thought I'd write about it.
I asked for a juicer for my birthday (well, and a new computer, but only one of them is here already) from my parents. My parents are sort of chronic necessity-gift givers, so I beat them at their own game this year by asking for two of the most practical (yeah, I know, and expensive) gifts a girl could ask for. Much to my disbelief, I've been a good girl this year and I'm getting both. But this isn't about how much my parents love me (believe me, you don't need to read about that, plus it'd end up being too much like a therapy session), it's about my new juicer.
It is beautiful, and I've already figured out why people say that juicing can help you lose weight! Wanna know the secret? Do you? Because after each use you have to spend 25 minutes–honestly–scrubbing and cleaning all the pulp out of all of the different parts so that it'll work for next time. After scrubbing and removing all of my beet and carrot pulp I really had no interest in drinking it, or eating anything else, I was ready to just declare anorexia on everyone and take a nap. But I didn't. I drank it. And it was gross, but I have a remedy, and that remedy is buying different produce and taking the skin off of my beets. I don't want comments like "eww, you didn't take the skin off! That's gross!" because I know. I washed them though, and the carrots, but the carrots were too small, they were like storybook carrots, not like big, burly steroid carrots, which are the ones you need for juicing.
So there you have it. Adventures in juicing. See you tomorrow, after I see what happens when I try and juice blueberries and hummus (what? it's all that's left in my fridge).