as made by me…
1 container of Yoplait Light Strawberry Banana Yogurt
4-5 large strawberries, cut up
1/2 cup of calcium fortified orange juice
1/4 cup crushed ice
Put into blender. Blend. Drink. Mmmmmm.
Let me just say that aside from a handful of jaunts to my local Jamba Juice, I am no smoothie connoisseur. But in my effort to move into Phase One of the Best Life Diet, I'm adding breakfast at a normal hour to my daily routine. Usually, I just drink coffee until around 10:30 a.m. and suddenly I realize that i am STARVING and Oreos are looking mighty appealing as potential breakfast fare.
So enter one week of smoothies (and daily vitamin supplements) and I am not kidding when I say this: I feel like a different person. I feel energized, calmer, more able to focus…and all in the midst of some exceptionally heavy workload at Simple. Keep in mind, I've also been eating three balanced meals, and two snacks. No alcohol. No shit. That's my motto.
And I've even managed to get out into the winter air to take Chip for a lunchtime walk. Go me.
What is really weird is the emotional levelness. For a person whose breakfast once consisted of a cleverly packaged nicotine delivery system and General Food's International Coffees (Cafe Francais flavor), this is a bit of a shock, really. But the calmness is the most obvious result. My body likes to have healthy things placed into its main cavity, apparently.
Just wanted to share what I had for breakfast, and a bit of my new found zen.
Keep in mind, I hate people who are really healthy and organic and…healthy. And by hate, of course, I mean that I too, desperately want to be just like them so I have a fighting chance of maintaining a spine that will keep me upright into my 70s.
IN OTHER NEWS
Cute thing this morning, as I'm making my smoothie, and kids are eating breakfast. Aidan was planning to audition for a local production of "Mulan" and then decided to back out of it, which isn't the worst thing, considering she's never done a monologue, and didn't have one memorized, and the audition is today, that said…
She was telling me that one of her friends takes voice lessons, and acting lessons, and is really talented and that she was going to audition for the show. She said, "I mean, she can really sing. I'm nothing like her."
And Cole, who was sitting at the kitchen table, assembling massive quantities of Legos, without missing a bit, said, "I think you're pretty good."
Talk about a warm and fuzzy start to my already insanely health-fueled day.