Well, I took another plunge Saturday morning and finally just had the coffee I've been jonsin' for. It got me through a long happy day and well into the night, as I drove for hours to my beloved cadaver class and home. I slept just fine that night and woke up the next morning happy with my standard tea once again, to the consternation of the GOAD (see previous entry).
Unfortunately, the next night my cat woke me up and kept me up long enough to trash my precious sleep cycle, and NOW I'm dragging. Unexpectedly starting another early Moontime cycle probably doesn't help sleep, but actually makes it easier to stay high raw; once over the surge of hormonal sadness that create cravings for comfort foods, I find myself preferring the lighter feeling of fruits and veggies -- at least during daylight hours.
Yesterday was another day so busy that there was no time to even write an entry, but I soared through on frozen cherries and strawberries with green powder for breakfast, then an interesting salad of food-processor-ized Brussels sprouts, crookneck squash, and baby bok choy in pumpkin seed-miso dressing. Yet, by evening I was needing that warm food, craving potatoes in general, as the dark set in and the temperature dropped and my energy waned. I compromised and got an assortment of deli salads at our coop, since I had to be there anyway to buy my catfood: marinated greens, beets in oil and vinegar, vegan potato salad, and a gluten-free roll. A better choice would have been to buy red potatoes and steam them myself, but there was no way I had the energy to cook by 7:00 p.m., and frankly I doubt I would have stopped at a reasonably-sized portion. When it comes to potatoes and cold-tired-dark nights, there is no reason! With an all-raw snack later, the whole day averaged 75%, so I can live with it.