Last month, a bunch of us bought the Groupon for the 3-Day Juice Cleanse from Peeled. Well, it’s finally time to cash in the Groupon and rid my body of its toxins. BLB and I are doing our cleanse starting tomorrow morning. Every two hours, we’ll have to drink 16 oz. of things like romaine lettuce, parsley and cashews. Yum?
Since we’re doing this, we’re holing ourselves up and away from society the next three days. That means the big KU/MU game tomorrow? We’ll be watching from home. In sweats. And we’ll find refuge in books and movies to keep ourselves sane this weekend.
Overall, reviews of the cleanse have been positive. So I should come out on the other side of this alive and not ready to ravage anything edible come Tuesday.
And I figured, what better way to start the Lenten season then by getting rid of all the bad stuff?
Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner the next 3 days
Yesterday’s, and today’s, Groupon was for Peeled, a juice bar in Lincoln Park. The offering: a 3-day juice cleanse. After much deliberation, I bought it.
Then like a true girl, I made Molly buy it to do it with me. Then I somehow talked LeBaron into buying one this morning. “Misery loves company!”
Bit nervous about this juice cleanse. Seeing as I like eating. And drinking coffee and wine. Especially when all of these things happen in restaurants surrounded by friends. I haven’t decided if it’s worse to do the cleanse during the week at work or on the weekend. Both carry their pseudo-pros and cons.
But at any rate, it’s just a matter of time before I start drinking veggies and fruit juices every two hours.
Two weeks ago, Groupon in Chicago offered a 2-hour class with the Trapeze School of New York. After watching Carrie Bradshaw take the plunge years ago in Sex & the City, I knew I had to do the class. After a few girls at Werk decided to buy, I knew it was time for myself to step up to the bar and fly.
We went this past weekend and let me just say, that sure is a hell of a lot harder than it looks. I only managed to get my knees up to the bar once as I continued to lead with my right leg up to the bar and forget about my left.
As I was the only one in the class who couldn’t seem to manage the knees to the bar move, I perfected the art of backflipping, landing in the net and climbing out. And I made sure to crack jokes about my poor form.
All in all, the class was fantastic and the instructors were people you wanted to befriend. I’ll definitely go again once my body forgives me for subjecting it to that. From the hips up, I’m hurting today, but no pain, no gain right?
I flew through the air, but not with the greatest of ease.
Clearly I wasn’t made for the circus. But thankfully, I too have a great safety net.