First reality-check yesterday. The day was going swimmingly, if a bit rushed by cramming in my new habits. I always visit my mother, who at 81 is diagnozed with Alzheimer's disease and lives in an assisted living apartment, on Saturdays. After seeing a client (I am a Licensed Massage Therapist) and happily eating several bags of frozen berries and a green smoothy, I felt pretty upbeat about my weekly visit, which is always both a blessing and a challenge emotionally.
No problems there; we played the new word game I got her for the holiday and she won. But as I started running errands, suddenly my fruity-fuel ran out and dang I was hungry!! Not just in my head, no way, man -- my stomach was actively growling. I'm not yet into the rhythms of rawness, and forgot that to one has to eat a lot of food to get in enough calories to avoid this miserable crash. Crap!
Not helping the situation was the aroma of every restaurant in the shopping plaza, wafting out each time a satisfied customer dragged his or her big belly out the door. And with the post-holiday-sales generating crowds as big as the original rocket launch to the moon, there were a lot of doors opening. Grrrrrrr, I hadn't even considered taking food with me!
I perfunctorily did my shopping and raced home with only thoughts of food on my mind. Having been all-raw all day, I got to add all of my 25% freebies to a giant green salad -- in this case, some vegan shrimp (yes, there is such a thing and it's delicious!) that's been hiding in my freezer and a few leftover chips from my party. Aaaaah, full stomach, that's better. I finished a half-can of my beloved black olives, which must be eaten with raw cashews for the best effect, while watching a library document about Cuban boat people, and sighed as I realized that after only a few days, the novelty of change is already starting to wear off. I'm nowhere near actually caving in and glutting, but I'm hoping I can at least stop having visions of coffee--plums dancing in my head ... and soon!