is a green smoothie a license to eat a boatload of junk food?
I was at a family party last night. My youngest brother and his wife (I have six brothers) just built a new home and hosted a game night. (Actually we mostly just watched the Olympics where Apolo Anton Ohno got juked out of a medal by a bad DQ call. According to Ohno, by a Canadian judge favoring a Canadian skater.)
As we were sitting around, my brother-in-law Matt said to me, “Hey Robyn. You’ll be so proud. I’ve been drinking a green smoothie every morning.”
I gushed a little. About how proud I am (and props to my baby sis–she’s making them, I ask, right? Right.). And do you feel more energy, have better digestion? I wonder. Oh yes! he said. And my sister, looking very pinched, like someone who is trying reaaallllly hard to hold back, finally said,
“Sha. And he eats NOTHING else that’s healthy the entire day. Just crap. He figures that if he drinks a green smoothie, he’s golden.”
Do YOU? Think you’re golden, I mean?
Could your green smoothie habit possibly be holding you back in some ways, because you’re so self-congratulatory after slugging down a pint, that you figure it earns you a double portion of DoubleStuf Oreos after that?
(That was for you, Matt, just on the off chance you read this–since Oreos are your favorite cookie.)
If so, I’ve got some work to do.