So lots of people have been asking me if I've eaten cooked food yet. Well, no, I haven't. I've gone raw, and it was hard, so I'm not going to give it up because the thirty days are up. I've stopped fantasizing about pasta and bread, and now fantasize about mangoes and macadamia nuts. I look great, I feel great, I don't feel the need to change anything.
Oh, except this one thing: the anxiety. I've been to non raw restaurants two times this month, and each time I was biting my nails, wondering what non raw ingredients might be added to the salad dressing. This is very silly. When I go out, twice a month, once a week, whatever, and have a salad for dinner, I shouldn't worry about the details. Just get the closest thing the restaurant has to offer, and be done with it.
I have a friend visiting from Chicago tomorrow, and although he agreed to try out Cafe Gratitude, I imagine I may need to visit another restaurant. I will order what suits me best, and not fret about the details. I like this plan.
I also want to have some raw fish. I'm not that interested in the rice, but I miss my sashimi salmon. I will be having some.
I don't make any promises that this is my new permanent lifestyle. I want to see how it plays out over the next few months. But I'm enjoying it. I like to hang out in my kitchen, eating mangoes, coconuts, avocados and oranges with no more than a knife and a cutting board. I like having smoothies for dinner, juice for lunch, salad for breakfast. I like loading up my dehydrator and making the whole house smell like granola. I like making nut pate and eating it in a lettuce leaf. And I like that my PMS symptoms were cut by half or more this month.
It's good stuff, all that. Good stuff.