Yesterday was another easy day of sailing through rawness as if it came naturally; client after client, a pre-prepared large enough batch of green smoothy that it lasted all day. Potluck at night, carrying my salad with my frozen garden greens that are starting to go over -- there's a jewel I'll drop on you gardeners. Don't freeze your produce in such large bags that you can't eat it all before it, in all its raw glory, starts to go bad.
Today, however, has been more of a challenge. My business is delightfully busy for the next week of so, but I'm also starting to feel a touch of resentment that there is so little time for anything else. I missed visiting my mother last week and today, in full-blown-Friday-frenzy, I only saw her for half an hour. No time to make ANY smoothies, and I got too hungry and tired to really want one now. No, this is the Witching Hour, 6:00 p.m. after the end-of-the-week waning of energy, all work and not enough play making Jack a rather dull boy. And Skya a dull girl. Nothing but samosas at Indian Flavors sounds appealing, revitalizing ... or a big bowl of pasta in oil ...
...and my mind is off and running. Fry-fry-fry, cook-cook-cook!! Bread, baked bread, such a simple pleasure. Yeah, I remember, I remember -- the gluten will bring me down way out of proportion to the few moments of that simple pleasure. But I just don't feel energetic enough to get creatively health-oriented with the daikon, an old lettuce, unsoaked seeds, and the ubiquitous oranges and apples on the counter; no, I want difference, I want the stimulation of excito-toxins to perk me up enough to enjoy some conscious free time tonight. The problem is that I already had a bowl of soup today -- African yam and peanut, FORGETTING that I don't do well with peanuts and that's why I rarely eat them. Oh yeah. Now that rather small bowl pulls my proportion of rawness down significantly, since I didn't have time to eat much of anything else, just a ton of apples and a veggie vinaigrette deli salad. If I indulge in any more cooked food, the day's tally will need some strict rawness to balance out, and as we go into a weekend, I don't want to excoriate myself from my fun free foods.
After all, tomorrow's schedule looks an awful lot like today's, and the chance I won't get hungry and tired is about as likely as finding President Bush's stock of weapons-of-mass-destruction in my cellar tomorrow!