Ok, we had that crazy hot spell when it should have been winter, and we all broke out our summer clothes and took that long hard look in the mirror you tend to take after a winter of comfort food. Except wait, it was really never winter, so how much comfort food did we really consume? I have to admit, I was feeling pretty frisky back in early March, not like I was going to have to Atkins-up or something else drastic before summer came.
Oh cruel March! Because, when the cold air rolled back in again, something in me snapped and it felt as though I really needed to make sure I didn't miss out on winter fat goodness (as Anthony Bourdain might call it). Somehow, April doesn't find me quite as smug as the thermometer rises.
So what to do? Oh, we all know what to do, but how to make it a bit more fun this year? Then I remembered, last spring I saw some gorgeous photos of juices from Organic Avenue, who package up a great cleanse (cleanse is now the code-word for 'drink your diet for a few days and hopefully, flush toxins and fatty bits out of your system') or, at least kick-start your metabolism. Mine needs a placekicker for the Jets, but never mind. I digress.
As I can't pick up juices in Manhattan every morning, my late-night friend Google to the rescue, I found what I was looking for much closer to home.
Next: my report on the search for the perfect cleanse, or how to burn calories figuring out how to burn calories.
Oh cruel March! Because, when the cold air rolled back in again, something in me snapped and it felt as though I really needed to make sure I didn't miss out on winter fat goodness (as Anthony Bourdain might call it). Somehow, April doesn't find me quite as smug as the thermometer rises.
So what to do? Oh, we all know what to do, but how to make it a bit more fun this year? Then I remembered, last spring I saw some gorgeous photos of juices from Organic Avenue, who package up a great cleanse (cleanse is now the code-word for 'drink your diet for a few days and hopefully, flush toxins and fatty bits out of your system') or, at least kick-start your metabolism. Mine needs a placekicker for the Jets, but never mind. I digress.
As I can't pick up juices in Manhattan every morning, my late-night friend Google to the rescue, I found what I was looking for much closer to home.
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