Juicing?

The Champion Juicer was the rockstar of the 1970s juice bars and health clubs of the time.

Somehow one of these wonders found its way into my kitchen ... and I used it for a while.  The problem is/was just how many carrots do you need to drink for breakfast?  How awful is cabbage juice by itself?  How could I make it taste better without adding a lot of things to it that really weren't good for me?

I couldn't.

I drank carrot/celery/spinach juice until my hands turned orange.

I could never get the taste of all of that cabbage out of my mouth without the judicious application of a Snicker's bar.

Instead of feeling better about me and getting healthy, I gained a lot of unwanted and unneeded weight.  

So the juicer went onto a pantry shelf and collected dust.

Since that fateful day, I've been haunted by commercials from Jack LeLane and Vitamix about the benefits of juicing and the importance of fruits and vegetables.  But I couldn't bring myself to get the orange beast off the shelf and begin again.

A couple of days ago, I saw Dr. Oz and his Menopause Fat Blasting Smoothie.  Supposedly it tasted good. Resembling more than one of those things on the list, I decided I'd give it a try.  Just a little Swiss chard, a handful of blueberries, some flax seed, and some green tea.  What could be easier (hint:  Snickers)?

So I tried it, tweaked it, and didn't even need to get the industrial juicer out to make it.  

I don't know if it will blast any fat or improve any part of my life, but it does get me one extra servicing of veggies each day.

If this fails, there's always chocolate.