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Juicing or blending vegetables, particularly leafy greens, is a bit of rage these days. Martha Stewart drinks her veggies. Dr. Oz drinks his. Crazy Sexy Kris Carr drinks them every day. Danielle LaPorte drinks them. Life coach extraordinaire Susan Hyatt, is a self-described “evangelist” about drinking her greens. And pretty much every supermodel and lithe pseudo-celebrity can be seen tossing back some concoction of juiced greens.
Are you on the green juice train?
If not, have you thought you should be?
It’s true, there’s lots to be said for the benefits of drinking your greens…and eating greens in general. They are jam-packed with anti-oxidants, fiber, protein (yep), phytonutrients, and enzymes that do make a body happy. More greens=less inflammation=less disease. No doubt. And by juicing or blending them up into a drink, you can take in mega-doses of the good stuff super fast and super easy. No cooking required.
Ok, so now that we know I’m not on a rampage against greens…let’s get to the danger part.
It’s about judging.
Judging oneself and judging of others.
And this judgement stuff is WAY more dangerous than starting your day with a donut or bowl of sweetened cereal.
What I see happening is that on the days when drinkers don’t power start their day with green juice – whether because their body is asking for something different, they haven’t had time to hit up the supermarket, or a friend invites them out for coffee and toast – very often they judge themselves. They pile on the ‘shoulds.’ They “make up” for being “bad” later in the day. They restrict. They get uptight. They repent for their donut sins. It can be subtle, but self-judgment is powerfully destructive.
The green juice plan, like all prescriptive ways of eating, is a cognitive decision…and while that’s okay at times, there is a lot to be said for being attuned to one’s body. And one’s body, doesn’t always want (or need) liquid kale.
I have also seen green juice junkies look at other people’s food choices with disgust, superiority, and smugness. “Doesn’t she know that is causing her body to become acidic?” or “Ugh, how can he possibly survive a day when we eats that in the morning?”
Judging ourselves or others is a sign we are disconnected. When we view ourselves as better than (or worse than) another person, we further separate ourselves from our basic unity (Yes, I actually do believe we’re all one). While no one can deny the nutrient density, I don’t think there is anything better or worse about a spinach smoothie (or a person who drinks one.)
A few thoughts to remember:
1. You are always operating from a place of choice; you can eat anything you want (including green juice).
2. You aren’t and don’t have to be perfect. And, food choices don’t make you more lovable, more pure, a better person, or closer to god-like.
3. Being compassionate is more important than kale. Being flexible is more important than folic acid.
4. If you really want to feel great, start by being kind to yourself and others.
5. What’s right for you isn’t right for everyone.
6. We are fed by so much more than nutrients. We are fed by pleasure, by friendship, by shared meals, by tradition, by meaning, by celebration…just to name a few.
If you’re going to drink a verdant breakfast, drink responsibly.
I like Bridget Pilloud.
I probably could have come up with a more poetic way to introduce this post, but that’s the truth. I like her. At first it was a gut feeling that came from reading her blog, reviewing her ‘life-shifting’ services, and hearing through the grapevine of trusted colleagues how terrific she is. For sure, I had a business/friend crush on Bridget even before I met her.
A few weeks back, at the World Domination Summit, we got a chance to sit and connect face to face. True to my gut…I like her. A lot. She’s smart, grounded. kind, wise, savvy, straight-talking and just a pleasure to be around. So, no-brainer…I had sit her down for a Well-Fed Woman interview…oh, and it’s about 15 minutes long, but it’s chock full of insightful goodness, so I hope you enjoy…
I’ve just landed in Portland, Oregon and have already gotten drenched in the rain so I’m feeling fully acclimated. I’m here to attend the World Domination Summit, which in case you haven’t heard, is when “a small army of remarkable people will converge…for a weekend of strategizing and adventure.” (Hmmmm…domination….army….a bit aggresive for my lingo-style but I’m here nonetheless).
It’s a mishmash of bloggers and authors and coaches and change-agents and speakers and thinkers and philosophizers and rebels and do-gooders and people just like you and me.
And it’s like a high school reunion meets a job interview meets speed dating meets a house party meets TED.
So yes, I am excited. Yes, I am grateful. Yes, I am curious. Yes, I am open.
And yes. Even as grounded and secure as my life has lead me to be, I’m a little anxious. Preparing to attend has given me lots of room of to practice working with my own insecurities and comparison saboteur (perhaps you have one of these as well?)
Here’s the thing. If you’re attending a gathering that is self-described as being for “remarkable” people then it’s not a surprise to hear a naysaying voice inside saying “You’d better be remarkable. Are you remarkable? You’re going to need to be remarkable enough to appear remarkable in a room full of 500 other remarkable people. I’m not sure you’re remarkable enough.”
And the thing is, I’m not alone in hearing this voice (never mind that it’s full of sh*t). I’ve talked with many other attendees, even those giving keynote talks, who behind their tweets of excitement and the thrill of being one of the lucky few to score a ticket are experiencing doubt in themselves. insecurity. anxiety.
What should I wear? Will everyone there be hipper than me (It is in Portland after-all)? Should I put a bird on it? Do I even have enough twitter followers to be part of this crew? I heard others were planning out their outfits weeks in advance. Will Danielle LaPorte’s sure-to-be-awesome heels put us all to shame? Do I have my elevator pitch down? Do I even know what I do? If I’m not skydiving, singing karaoke, dancing a bollywood jig, or getting a tattoo with the rest of the crowd am I lame? Wait, was I even invited to sing karaoke?
So this post is for those attending the summit with me. It’s for people who wanted to come but couldn’t make it. And it’s for you, because these fears and this worrisome voice are universal.
Here are reminders for you to keep with you when these thoughts start to rattle around in your monkey mind. You can print them out and cut them up like fortune cookie papers. You can scribble them inside your trusted notebook or ink them on the back of your hand. Tweet them. Facebook them. Write them on your bathroom mirror. Do what you need to do to remember: