Well, I guess things were getting a little complacent, and some drama was needed. I got more action than I would have desired, though, by way of a narrowly-avoided scam-o-rama. A very clever and sophisticated plot almost snagged me, and I'm lucky to have gotten off with only an afternoon of wasted time and effort. The emotional level, however, was pretty far up there on the "ick" scale; I feel distinctly violated, having started to trust someone who made it out that they were helping me, when all along they were laughing up their sleeves at my gullibility.
They're not laughing any more, though -- the jig's up. I was so angry at how close I came to financial doom and so exasperated by the waste of my precious afternoon off that I was truly set for a big fat binge, devil may care about tipping the rawometer!
Then I realized that I've spent most of my "free" time for the last two weeks working to help create a raw-based event; did I really want to show up to it sleepy and farting?! That's hardly going to persuade anyone to try this lifestyle, since I'm supposed to be an advocate, and nobody would know that I'd just bloated myself on ... let's see, what would I have had, if I'd gone through with it? Chocolate cake, this glimpse into the void of human conscience certainly merited that, and maybe French fries, and ...
Wait a minute, STOP THAT!! I didn't do it, and I don't need to scare up cravings that I already defeated once. I am proud to say that I went home and had a salad with a jigger of olive oil, steamed cauliflower, and a few Sunflower burgers, all jumbled up together. Plenty of salt and fat to take the edge off the hurt from our species' greed, but raw enough to keep my goal within legal bounds.
I do kinda wish I'd eaten the cake while I had the chance, though.