Yesterday took the cake for busyness; eating took a back seat, and rawness was doable but absurd. See a client, run an errand, see a client, return phone calls, see a client, buy my mother's supplies, go run an emergency errand, leave for prayer circle half an hour late -- you'll notice that meals are not scheduled in there. That's because in order to both run a business AND do the work of the business by myself, not to mention the rest of my life, there is not time to make interesting raw foods and chew them well enough to digest, not if I want to pay the mortgage.
And if I don't get the work that requires this pace, I don't earn enough to buy the organic raw foods that I don't have time to eat.
I got a brief reprieve when a workman cancelled our appointment 15 minutes before he was due to arrive; that gave me a quick half-hour to sit with a salad of half pure raw veggies and half steamed with lemon-tahini dressing. I couldn't chew it all in that short amount of time, and carried it with me to my office, where I continued to nosh on it between clients, guaranteeing beet-red lips and fiber between my teeth.
But you know what? I still haven't had coffee, even though I decided that if things get so miserable that I'm considering abandoning the project, I'm having the coffee! The knowledge that I can have it if I need to gives me that security-blanket protecting me from the Demon of Deprivation -- at least, it has so far.
But I had a potential blow when I slurped down a bowl of soba ramen noodles as my cooked ration, as I stood at the sink writing out letters and gathering supplies; I have been noticing an unusual pattern of flashing little head pains for the past few days, when my cooked food has been wheat-based. Right after the half wheat-half buckwheat noodles, I noticed it again, and the dreaded idea occurred to me, What if I'm developing a wheat allergy?! Oh gods, not fair!! There are not that many vegan treats without refined sugar that fill in my 25%-keeps-me-sane ration, and if I have to resort to that spelt crap, I'll scream. I've tested negative in the past, but as New Age gurus say, the past is the past.
My days of quick whole-grain English muffins may just be in the past, too.