Reader, I snapped.
Not only did I indulge in a bean soup in a restaurant for lunch, after the requisite fruit-for-breakfast didn't last through a morning of work, but it was so much fun to be out and about, feeling like a normal social person, that I did it again for dinner!! Two predominantly cooked meals in one day does NOT add up to 75% raw, and now I'll have to stay 100% for a few days to stay in the kosher boundaries for the month. The Mexican feast in particular was too much, too salty, too full of GMO corn -- but it was also too much fun and I have few regrets.
Now, this is a good time to introduce you to a character that perhaps you have met in your wanderings: she's the Grandmother of All Demons, or GOAD for short. Who is this insidious viper? She's the pseudo-friend who whispers in your ear: Go ahead, you broke your word-your vow-your promise already ... what's a little more of your medicine? Since you're full of the stuff anyway, you'd better get some more NOW, you'll be back on that silly diet tomorrow, right? You work so hard, don't you deserve what you really want?
And of course, she has me there. The "want". I was so full after that greasy meal that even though I had a video of one of my favorite sci-fi themes -- "Life After People", a guesstimate of what would happen on Earth if humans suddenly disappeared -- I kept nodding off. I want the fun without the stupor, and it doesn't seem to work that way.
But here's the rub: after my skin breaking out all week in huge angry red wheals all over my face, diagnosed supposedly as stress by a dermatologist, I woke up this morning with this condition much soothed. Usually cooked food, especially fats which I rarely eat cooked, will cause a mild flare-up, but this time I feel as if the stress of facing cold hard dull food yet again after days of sun up-to-sun down work just overshadowed any biochemical benefits of raw food.
At least, that's what I am gong to tell myself.