Barbie's Juice Party with RJ

Since we took our juicer for a test run, we have had lots of discussion.  The WHOLE bunch of kale was too much.  It made us have nasty burps and well...  Let's just say RJ almost got kicked out of bed.  Shoo!  We all felt full and had energy all afternoon, but just felt like there is a way to make the juice taste and digest better.  RJ has told me serveral times that he thinks he is more of a fruit drinker.  This man doesn't eat fruit.  Then again, he doesn't eat kale or tomatoes either.  So, I started reading recipes to figure out how I was going to get him to drink the veggies as well as the fruit. 

I decided I was going to have to make 2 juices, mine and his. 

His:
1/2 C Spinach
3/4 Medium Grapefruit
2 Carrots
7 Strawberries
7 Blackberries
Paused for taste test:
Well, it was very tart from the grapefruit.  I shouldn't have used so much.  I will adjust that next time.  Plus, this made a huge amount of juice, enough for both of us.  I had to make this sweeter for him.
Added:
3 Yellow Apples

After tasting it again, I decided it was pretty good and poured his serving over ice.  He tasted it, really liked it and drank the whole cup!

Hers: (Not what I had planned, but considering all of the juice left from his, I had to adjust)
I took 8oz of His and added
2 Celery Stalks w/ Leaves
1/2 Cup Spinach
1 Carrot
7 Blackberries
7 Strawberries
1 Apple

Again, I had a massive amount of juice.

 

   

It was delicious too!  I drank a full glass and was so full.  I stored the rest in a glass for LML's snack.  We will let her be the final taste test judge.

This is the juice in front compared to the pulp on the left.  This thing extracts all the moisture!

 

 

This particular juicer works great and is very quite.  It does take a bit of clean-up though.  I think it takes about 10 minutes to break it all down, get the extra pulp out and clean all the pieces.  It is worth it though.

 

We officially start the juice fast tomorrow.  So, I gotta go...there's a donut in the kitchen calling my name. 

 

Enjoy the Juice!

LYMI!



 

 



 



In the beginning...of this blog!

Life happens at an alarming rate.  How did I get here?  When did this happen?  Is this how it is always going to be?  Boy, this is not what I planned and certainly not what I dreamed...This, my friend, is REALITY!


I am no Barbie Doll Girl and this is definitely NOT a Barbie Doll World.  I mean, really!  What woman is born with a "perfect" figure, never ages, never sags, never wrinkles, has a handsome man fawning over her every breath and can do, be, have anything she wants without so much as a chipped nail?  Bull malarkey!

I am a real woman, in the real world.  I am aging (gracefully), overweight, sagging, have A wrinkle, work my fanny off just to make ends meet, can't grow my nails without acrylic help and my man is working so hard to make life better that it mostly just passes us by.

My life is good.  My marriage is STRONG.  My figure is round.  My friends are fantastic.  My family is the bomb!  That fake piece of plastic named Barbie ain't got nothing on me.

I love God, the Hubbs, my girls and grand girls and pretty much everyone unless they've given me reason "to not to."  There are only a few of the latter...for a much later post.  I've been married for nearly 25 years now.  Sometimes it has been hard, but it has always been solid, strong, committed and monogamous.  I have a handgun, I know how to use it, he stays faithful.  I have two daughters who warm my heart and keep me grounded.    The first of which has blessed me with two beautiful grand babies and the second of which was hard to come by, but that's also a story for a later post. I have three really good friends and am thankful the number is that high.  I take I Cor 13:13 seriously, because the greatest thing in the world is LOVE.  Therefore, I love almost everyone.  It is not my fault some people have made themselves unlovable.  Sometimes I'm too serious.  I cuss.  I overeat.  I am strong, physically, mentally, but not emotionally.  I have a temper and I cuss...did I say that already?  Like a sailor!  I get that from my fabulous (sarcasm) dad, who will definitely be the subject of later posts.

 

So, the name "Reality Barbie" came to me in a conversation with a friend who is a personal trainer.  Everyone wants everyone to lose weight, eat differently and fit into this little box of looking healthy means you are healthy.   But the reality is looking like Barbie does not a healthy person make.  After all, she is plastic and probably contains BPA.  Yuk!  Barbie seemingly has the perfect life, doesn't she?  Who wouldn't want to be her?  Who wouldn't want to have a "Ken?"  Who wouldn't want to have the biggest boobs enhanced by a tiny waist and bodacious hips?  Well, I will raise my hand.  I wouldn't trade my life, man, body for hers.  My life is a stark contrast to hers.  Isn't every one's?  Oh, the numerous ways Barb and I are different.  I am going to enjoy pointing out the error of that "perfect" girl's way.





My hope is that you will find humor, support, honesty and maybe realize that you are ok...no, better than ok...you are the perfect you... by reading my blog about my reality.  I am REALITY Barbie.

 

(Grand Baby #1)