Wheatgrass at Dawn: Ritual or Wellness Theater?

It’s barely 7 a.m. The world is still asleep. And I’m throwing back a shot of wheatgrass like it’s tequila for the spiritually ambitious.

It’s bitter. Earthy. Somewhere between pond water and resolve. But I’ve grown to crave it—not for the taste, but for the feeling. Or maybe the fantasy. That in those two green ounces lives a version of me that’s more alert, more radiant, more… well.

They say wheatgrass boosts immunity, detoxes the liver, oxygenates the blood. That it glows you up from the inside out. And after weeks of swallowing it whole before coffee, I’d agree—sort of. My skin is brighter. My focus is sharper. But the real shift? It’s ritual. The quiet satisfaction of doing something right before the day can go wrong.

A Shot of Discipline Disguised as Wellness

The allure of wheatgrass isn’t just chlorophyll and enzymes. It’s control. In a world where health feels abstract—measured in steps and supplements—this single shot offers a small, powerful yes. A way to say: I’m trying. I care. I’m in it.

Of course, skeptics will say it’s placebo. That green drinks can’t change your life. But maybe that’s missing the point. What wheatgrass offers isn’t magic—it’s momentum. It becomes the first good decision in a day of better ones. And that might be more valuable than any vitamin.

Health, Like Beauty, Is a Performance

Let’s be honest—wheatgrass is also aesthetic. It photographs well. It says something about you. That you shop at farmers markets. That you believe in food as medicine. That you’re the kind of person who chooses green over greasy.

But here’s the thing: in chasing wellness, sometimes we forget how personal it really is. Not every body reacts the same. Not every ritual becomes revelation. And not every morning needs to start with a shot.

Still, tomorrow, I’ll take mine. Not because I expect miracles—but because I believe in moments. In choosing something bitter. In trusting it might turn sweet.