The Mermaid on Juice

Rather than post about seafood or the current state of our oceans or anything related to either of those topics, the mermaid’s going a bit off kilter today and posting about the juice cleanse I did over the weekend. I’ll spare you from too many details, but here’s the gist of what I learned, what I know and what I expect in the future …

SATURDAY 11:18 a.m.
I picked my cleanse up later than most, so admittedly, I was fricking starving and couldn’t wait to dive in. As I drove away with my daily supply tucked in to the passenger’s seat next to me, I reached for a jar of liquid greens, unscrewed the top and began to chug. And you know what? It was good. Like really good. Which, coming for a taste bud wuss like myself, says a lot. A whole lot.

I gag when I drink cough medicine, so doing a juice cleanse might not sit well with the carpet in my living room

I got home, unloaded my juices and was instantly taken by the brightness—the colors are beyond anything you see in what I’ll dub “regular American cuisine.” And although I’m a bit hesitant about the concept of liquified beets, the red juice is pretty … still, I’m glad it’s not the first or second one in the lineup.

The juice colors resemble a vibrant sea of melted crayons

IMG_8975SATURDAY 12:30 p.m.
I’m on to my second juice—the orange one … carrots, ginger, cayenne … and a few other things. Surprisingly, it too is good … and it didn’t even taste like orange juice! Thank God! Yea, I know … it’s odd but I’m one of the handful of people in this world who don’t like orange juice.

SATURDAY 4:48 p.m.
Why, for the love of God, do the other people in my house think tonight is a good night to make bacon burgers? The smell is intoxicating and I want to slap someone. But I don’t. I just roll my eyes and whisper obscenities under my breath. I drink juice number three and four and am still pleasantly surprised by the fact that I have yet to gag. Yay me. I’m being a grownup and doing something good for my body. I pat myself on the back and go make tea.

SATURDAY 8:02 p.m.
The hardest part is now … not because I’m hungry, I’m not. I’m not exactly full, but I’m not hungry either. No … the hardest part is not pouring a glass (or two or three) of wine. I miss it. I admit it. But, I settle for more tea (BLECK!!), find a movie on TV and vow to fall asleep as soon as possible.

I skipped the wine at night, but I admit … I had coffee in the morning

SUNDAY 8:23 a.m.
I’m awake. REALLY AWAKE. My stomach feels flat. REALLY FLAT. I smile, head downstairs for a jar of liquid green and head out the door for a two-hour yoga class. Disclaimer … I did have coffee. What can I say. It’s my cleanse, not someone else’s … so I had coffee. But not three cups, only one. And I’m feeling OK about it.

IMG_8991Rather than bore you with the remainder play-by-play recap of my juicing experience, I’ll leave you with this … my favorite part … the raw coconut, hemp seed concoction. It’s not sweet, not at all … but it’s so “real” that it makes me feel like I’m consuming something good for me. I have had raw coconut before … once, in Hawaii, I had some straight from a nut that had just been harvested. I loved it, but I remember thinking it didn’t taste a thing like the coconut I was familiar with. There was no sugary coating. No mouth-watering sweetness. Just raw, pure goodness. And it was at that moment when I truly fell in love with coconut—and it’s a sensation I’ve been trying to re-create ever since. And, the last juice of my two-day cleanse did that … and I’m awakened. I feel present.

I feel like I tasted something real for the first time

So why juice … because it’s challenging. Because it forces you to be present and take your mind away from worrying about what’s for dinner or anything else along those lines. And yes, yes, it’s good for you too. Most of the cleanse packages I’ve seen are either three, five or seven days. That’s a long time. And a big commitment. Which is why I like this one … I’m not a big fan of long cleanses … mostly because I love food (and wine) too much, but a one to two day cleanse every two to three weeks gives me a chance to rest, to slow down, to be.

And that’s all I have to say about juicing 😉

Have you ever juiced? Do tell. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

The mermaid’s juice cleanse by The Juice Bar, Carmel, IN
1420 W Main St 46032 | (317) 774-4367 |

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Hey there. I’m Shauna—a West Coast transplant in the landlocked state of Indiana … when I moved here I missed the beaches, the mountains, the desert, the rivers … and it took me a while to find places nearby that paralleled my old stomping grounds. BUT. Now that I’ve lived here for over 15 years, I’ve had time to explore the region and you know what? It’s amazing. There’s so much to do—from skiing in northern Michigan to relaxing lakeside in southern Kentucky to rocking the nightlife in one of the many metropolitan areas. And I love it here. I really do. BUT. I do miss the sea … and the sand and the rush of the waves … the smell of seawater … even the sting of too much sun after a day spent lollygagging at the beach. And I miss the constant supply of seafood and shellfish and riverfish? About that … since I’ve moved to the Midwest I’ve noticed that a lot of people here don’t consider fish that come from the river seafood … I’m not sure I agree, but hence the new word I’ve created, “riverfish” … time will tell if Webster picks it up ; ) So my blog, Seafood is The New Black, is my way of bringing a little bit of sea life (or is it sealife?) to the Midwest. And over on Seafood in the Circle City, you can read up on my favorite Indianapolis restaurants that serve seafood, and serve it well. As you read along, you’ll find all kinds of information … some that you might find more useful than others—and some, you might just find amusing … or not. Either way, and if nothing else, I hope you leave my little space here on the world wide web a little refreshed and maybe even a little inspired to bring a little bit of the ocean home with you. (Yes, I did use the word “little” four times in one sentence … it’s OK … mermaids like to repeat themselves.) Cheers! The Midwest Mermaid Oh, and if your curious, yes, I do actually write for a living … if you want to know about the organizations I work with and the publications where you can find my land legs, swim on over to the “Portfolio” tab … and thanks for visiting.

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