In my first week of the project, I have had no fewer than three moments that I did something totally unexpected.
Unexpected because these things that I did — I had thought — were the domain of people very different than myself, who I just did not understand. And it’s funny, because they’re each a sort of very simple thing.
1. I drank San Pelligrino sparkling mineral water. Isn’t this what rich people do? Buy sparking mineral water when there is perfectly good tap water? Those silly rich people. (No offense to the people in my life who I happen to know love Pelligrino. It’s not you, it’s me. One hundred percent me.) I’ll admit, one of the perks of my job is getting a drink-of-choice to cap off your shift. A little bonus, and it goes a long way. So I’m getting my green bottle for free. But even just being seen toting around this “rich-people accessory” is a little startling to my working-class sensibilities.
Guess what? It’s really effing good. I would pay for it. I will not turn my nose up at anyone who chooses to lay down cash for this water drink. It’s completely different from tap. Palette cleansing, extra-extra refreshing. The weight of a bottle makes it extra-extra special.
2. I made sure to look pretty for the gym. What am I, a sorority girl? I almost-but-didn’t(-but-I-probably-will-one-day) refreshed my makeup before heading to the gym earlier this week. That, after I’d bought new gym clothes that looked more like casual, nice streetwear than a workout ensemble.
Not only is it pretty, it’s friggin’ pink.
There’ve been plenty of times I’ve left the house feeling less-than-pretty as I head to the gym. On those days I feel like I extra-hard notice the really fit, pretty ladies at the gym; and then I feel a little more glum. What’s the point of carrying around that feeling? I guess I could make myself not care about how I look. But is that really the right answer? Shouldn’t I care?
Yes. I should care about how I feel, but I’m a straight-up liar if I pretend that how I look isn’t important to me.
So if a little makeup here and a cute outfit there will help me feel pretty at the gym, I’m guessing it’ll also help feed the positive energy of being at the gym. Which, when all is said and all is done, is definitely the most important thing to care about.
3. I juiced. I did this thing that athletes and health nuts do.
I really just didn’t get it. Even when Patrick started talking about wanting a juicer so he could have a healthy, nutrifying post-ride drink, I couldn’t understand the benefits of casting off all that fiber; of buying all that produce just to reduce it to a glass’ worth of liquid.
I turned up my nose at my poor husband, even.
But I did get him a juicer for Christmas. Because I do love him and trust that he sometimes understands things before I understand them. (I got an Omega masticating juicer, because it’s what was recommended by one of his favorite health-food books, The Feed Zone Cookbook.)
And then I watched that documentary, Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead. Seeing the health stories of the filmmaker and some other folks featured in the movie helped it click for me. I immediately became interested in seeing what would happen if I incorporated juiced produce into my regular diet.
What those who juice use as dining room centerpieces
Now I’m all “how many different nutrients can we fit in one glass??” and “how many drinks before I get tired of that wonderful spicy ginger flavor?”
Another thing that helped was Joy the Baker’s “On Juicing” write-up, which helped further normalize the idea, but also broke down some of the specific benefits of different ingredients. I’m using it as a starting place for all my juiced lunches.
Seriously, never say never
I was so sure that all these things were someone else’s bag. But that was just me not understanding them, and doing the easiest thing ignorant people do: judging them.
That’s not really my style, so I’m glad I’ve had that fancy water, and got extra-pretty for the gym, and juiced.
And it’s only week one!