I'm getting sketchy about entries; I blame a sudden dearth of activities that are distracting me. Of course, that's part of the whole dilemma of diet-change -- it's really hard to find time to do new habits!
This week, for instance, it's time once again to coordinate the local lecture for the fabulous raw foodist Dr. Tel-Oren, which has so far entailed a last-minute schedule change, needing all four printer colors changed out to make fliers, and informing everyone who has expressed interest over the past few months. So far, so good ...
But like clockwork, my mother had another credit card snafu that has so far sucked up two half-days. The frustration of dealing with a multinational corporation that has been nothing but inept in my experiences (Chase Bank), with such blunders as refusing to tell me where my mother's new credit card is because they don't have my Power of Attorney -- while I am staring at a fax sheet that verifies they received it back in June of 2009, in addition to the copy the local branch made of my original that is also not in their records -- has led to a few meals out that I did not plan. I got stuck in situations that took longer than anticipated (by several hours) and I was unwilling to stop in the middle of a cold, rainy day doing things I despise and buy messy produce and eat it in my car.
So I tempered the damage as best I could: I had the lunch buffet at the Indian restaurant and ate a good 50% of the bulk of my meal as salad. I've been hanging pretty tightly with the new fruit-before-anything breakfast regime, but to kick out multiple walk-in clients, delivering 40 fliers around town, as well as focusing on applying for a totally new credit card for my mom (which nowadays is almost akin to taking out a second mortgage), I have been sneaking in coffee later on some mornings. Did I really have a spell when the stuff didn't appeal to me?! Wow, that was short-lived.
In spite of the stresses, I think I have only dipped below 50% raw on one day so far this month, and most days are within the limits. My most prevalent issue has been excessive tiredness, which I hope is resulting from several weeks of poor sleep. That in turn has led to excuses for coffee, which undoubtedly does not help the sleep issues, and so it goes. I tell myself as soon as THIS is over, then as soon as THAT is over, then I will try going coffee-free again and see if that helps; but so far, some unforeseen problem pops up just as I am contemplating if it is possible to function without chemical help -- go figure!
But I was so exhausted last weekend that I crashed hard and had to cancel plans at the last moment that I had been looking forward to all week, disappointing both myself and a friend; this after a pretty decent raw intake. I almost never succumb to virus-type 'sicknesses', as I've mentioned, but as I sat in my chair like a zombie, unable to concentrate on a book, I felt nothing but ill. That sludgy, semi-conscious feeling of not caring about anything, just wanting to close my eyes more than I want to have fun, is indeed a sickness that I suspect it's time to start taking more seriously. But first, I'm going to ride out the lovely coffee I had this morning ...