It’s not what you think, though I do like my fermented grape juice. I watched the documentary, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead, about a thirty year-old Australian guy who turned to a diet of fruit and vegetable juices exclusively.
The Aussie was morbidly obese, and relied on a flotilla of medicines to stay alive. Perhaps the thing that most drove him to change his life of high-fat, high sugar diet was a painful skin disease that doctors couldn’t identify, let alone help. Someone suggested that it might be an autoimmune disease, and sent him to a nutritionist for advice.
The guy, Joe, acquired a juicer and, for sixty days, consumed nothing but fruit and vegetables in the form of juice.
Because I’m impulsive and impressionable, I rushed right out and bought a juicer. I sent Jack to the local weekly market for carrots, apples, broccoli, melon, beets, cucumbers and tomatoes. We have permission to pick any of the veggies on the farm that surrounds our house, so we have only to walk outside for lettuce, cilantro, celery, squash, or peppers. We have plenty of herbs, including parsley, mint, and basil growing outside the kitchen door.
For about ten minutes, I toyed with the idea of trying to consume nothing but juice for a few days, then I came to my senses. But I’m drinking a gigantic glass of fruit and vegetable juice every day, and Jack is drinking a small one. For the first time since the dietary guidelines have suggested that we consume five helpings of fruit and veggies daily, we’re able to conform.
Call it the placebo effect, but, in the two weeks that we’ve been drinking the juice, we’ve gotten smarter, better looking, friendlier, and happier. Just kidding, but we think we have more energy. Stay tuned for further scientific reports.
