Jamba Juice Ain’t Got Nothing on Me

This morning I woke up at 6:00 a.m. And if you knew me, you’d know that is UNHEARD of for this woman. I am not to be disturbed until after my first sip of coffee. But this morning was different; this morning, I had planned to start the morning healthy and take the first steps toward a different lifestyle. After spending more than half my Sunday looking up workouts, vitamin supplements, probiotics, healthy food choices, and recipes for the perfect smoothie; I set out on my journey to the grocery store. With my bags a lot heavier and wallet A LOT lighter, I returned armed and ready for the healthy life I’ve been talking about since the beginning of the year and in my previous post You’re Only as Strong as your Weakest Link.

Being the planner that I am, I planned out my meals for the week, and breakfast I decided would be special.  Breakfast, was going to be a Citrus Berry Smoothie, which I was so exited to try out. So excited, that I woke up at the crack of dawn and dragged the boyfriend into the kitchen to witness my amazing “future wife making smoothie skills”.  As I  got out all the necessary ingredients, I talked up how good this smoothie was going to be, how great we were both going to feel, and how a healthy life was the best life. But as I reached for the blender, my weak non iron pumping arms gave out and for what felt like 30 minutes everything was in slow motion. As I watched the blender slowly crash to the floor and shatter into a million little pieces, I felt my citrus smoothie dreams crash along with it. Talk about starting your morning right.

Attempt #2 tomorrow:  I bought a new blender and I even did a few push-ups for good measure.