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The fact of the matter is, as far as my new diet is concerned, that it's interesting to struggle to follow it. This morning on my way downstairs to brew my morning coffee I stopped by my ornamental kale plant, picked off the bottom leaf and began chewing it and masticating it and getting all the live juices I could manage.
Just now I returned from a walk out to the field where a farmer, perhaps my younger brother, planted about 10-15 acres of winter wheat or rye as a cover crop. On my way over to that field I saw that my sister-in-law was not home, so I wouldn't have her juicer available until she gets home. I couldn't know when that would be, but I wanted some more live juices.
The grass hadn't grown much since I picked enough Saturday afternoon to squeeze about two ounces of wheatgrass I shared with my sister-in-law. Well, it's her juicer, and we're kind of in this diet together. It's convenient for both of us. My brother is taking medicine that's about the pacemaker he received, and his doctor don't want him rocking the boat with some weirdo new-age diet. No blame.
When I got out to the field the grass was dotted with the remnants of the rain showers we've have on and off for a couple of days. I reached down and started pulling the grass blades off until I got a hand full and crammed into my mouth and began chewing. It tasted delicious. It tastes about how fresh mowed grass smells.
There was something very settling about going out in the morning and eating grass like a cow or other ruminant might. Perhaps thats why in the Wilhelm/Baynes translation of the I Ching it is written, "Care of the cow brings supreme good fortune."
It's pleasing to discover that following this diet has already cleared my sinuses to a large degree. This may have something to do with me just chewing my cud of fresh grass. The chewing motion may exercise the sinus areas around my mouth, loosen the phlegm, and cause it to move it on down the line.
The juicer I ordered may not get here in as reasonable an amount of time as I originally figured. I conveniently forgot that it's the Christmas shopping season. With any luck at all I'll get it before Christmas, but I don't have my hopes up. I sure thought about it this morning when I was chewing up that fresh grass with my front teeth. Getting the juice from the grass is the whole point, and that masticating juicer will do all the work for me. It's not hell getting old, just inconvenient.
Every time I think about cooking something nowadays I think about the fact that cooking food kills all the enzymes in the food. It's almost like I'm wasting time and money trying to get blood out of a turnip (but not if you have a good juicer).
I'm not getting enough bulk eating the raw vegetables, so I'm eating some cooked brown rice to simulate my old diet and satisfy the usual cravings for a full belly. My belly is big right now, but that's not the problem with not getting satisfaction from the wheatgrass diet. It's my stomach being bigger than it needs to be for the relatively small amount of product I'm putting in it.
I've just been over to the greenhouse to talk to my sister-in-law who I saw working over there. We're really trying to pump ourselves up to do this diet right. We both have plenty of personal motivation. She has high blood pressure and mild diabetes. She really has to be careful with her diet every day.
During out pep rally we finally realized one situation has to be there for us to discover for ourselves whether this diet will satisfy our health needs. We need to have a plentiful supply of wheatgrass to juice up and drink. That's what we need to make any sort of judgment at all.
Right now we have six flats of wheatgrass in varying stages of growth, and a quart jar of fresh wheat berries soaking to germinate. She has grown two flats recently and put them out on the sunny side of her house. Because of this recent experience she has a better idea of how much wheatgrass it will take for two of us to make all the juice we feel like drinking.
The seminal book for this wheatgrass diet (The Wheatgrass Book by Ann Wigmore) states that if a dieter is trying to correct some health problem they might need to drink as much as six ounces of juice or more a day.
I don't have a clue how much live wheatgrass it will take to get that much wheatgrass juice for two people, but it's probably gonna be more than I've figured so far. I like doing this. It seems to give me a feeling of having a little more control over how I look at the future.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
