Today, we begin.

So today, my angel Karen and I began our juice journey.  We took out our toaster oven and coffee maker and shelved them away in the pantry.  I will say though, the coffee maker is now a tea maker, (it's a KEURIG) and we can do that kind of stuff with it, but over all it's been very tough.   I was out today with Karen, and not realizing where we parked, went to the local Barnes & Noble, and when we came out to the car, I stopped in my tracks.  There, right behind the car, was an Applebee's restaurant. The smell was heavenly, and really made me want to cry. 
  The smell of cooking meat made me want to do back-flips through the front door, find a seat and guzzle down about 1800 calories worth of s**t I just don't need.  So, we achingly dragged ourselves over to salad works, where we proceeded to have something slightly higher on the healthy scale.  I had cooked chicken, some hard boiled egg, raw blue cheese, and low fat dressing and some hot sauce on the chicken.  a little turkey bacon gave me some crunch and the roasted corn chowder, which was a bit too oily to finish, topped off my day as the biggest meal in twenty-four hours.  Two scrambled eggs with some toasted peppers was breakfast and for dinner, some Brassica juice, recipe which can be seen in an earlier post. 
  Understand something.  I am not happy doing this at all.  I would rather be eating something with gristle crackling between my teeth, the feel of soft, cooked meat being bandied about the taste buds I have so carefully cultivated over forty years, the smell of pungent sauces basting and baking into the flesh of some animal that was more number than name, and to feel the full and satisfied feel of a belly that has been satiated to the extent of a full course menu.  
   The problem is, that is what helped kill my father, and what it is also doing to me.  So, when you ask me is it safe to do this, am I under a doctors care, do I know what I am doing, the answer to all three questions is a resounding YES!   It's either that, or I start checking out plus size coffins, and keep shopping in the Hindenburg department for clothes.  To those who know me from high school, I feel I was a pretty handsome guy back in the day, and I would like to get back to that again, if not at the look, then close to it. 
Keep checking back here and I will keep you up to speed.  See ya soon.  CHEERS!!!!!!