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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Day 11: Pizza is Satan incarnate, and it's stalking me
Yesterday I had a meeting in the evening and brought a couple bananas, some apples and a bag of pecans. I had meant to go to the store earlier but couldn't find the time, so I had to make do. I'm still learning how to accurately plan for the fruit replenishment excursions.
Everyone at the meeting was eating these scrummy looking sandwiches. Even the tunafish sandwich was smelling good to me! No clue why, as I despise all seafood, even seaweed. I pulled out my embryonic chimpanzee feast only to find two half-way mushy bananas, so that left me with even less -- one banana, really, and some apples, which I can really only eat so much of. I ate half the bag of pecans but it was too much -- not filling enough and too heavy. I was still hungry.
I came home famished to find the neighbor kids (who are older) over playing video games with my kids. My neighbor, who was (technically speaking) watching my kids while I was at the meeting, had made pizza for everyone in my oven. I told him this morning I could have killed him for cooking pizza in my house (naw, really I love him dearly like a brother). But this marauding pizza thing has really got to stop! In fact, I think I'm going to start a section at the bottom of each entry called Pizza Encounters. It's like bacteria -- it's everywhere! And it does seem to multiply the more space you try to give it.
As for the shopping, I can't easily conceptualize what I require in a week yet. The fruit mounds have seized my counter and are now advancing lock-step onto the kitchen table. Maybe the kids will eat more of it with such a frontal assault.
Here's an inventory of all the produce deployed to my counter and fridge:
Fruit:
Veg:
I don't know ... do you think I'll starve to death eating like this?
Food:
2 bananas
Smoothie: Head of lettuce (332 g), 1 gala apple (140 g), 2 green d'anjou pears (274 g), 2 bananas (222 g)
2 apples, 1 banana, 1 oz pecans
Calories: 1114
Carbohydrate: 77%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 18%
Exercise:
Pizza Encounters:
Everyone at the meeting was eating these scrummy looking sandwiches. Even the tunafish sandwich was smelling good to me! No clue why, as I despise all seafood, even seaweed. I pulled out my embryonic chimpanzee feast only to find two half-way mushy bananas, so that left me with even less -- one banana, really, and some apples, which I can really only eat so much of. I ate half the bag of pecans but it was too much -- not filling enough and too heavy. I was still hungry.
I came home famished to find the neighbor kids (who are older) over playing video games with my kids. My neighbor, who was (technically speaking) watching my kids while I was at the meeting, had made pizza for everyone in my oven. I told him this morning I could have killed him for cooking pizza in my house (naw, really I love him dearly like a brother). But this marauding pizza thing has really got to stop! In fact, I think I'm going to start a section at the bottom of each entry called Pizza Encounters. It's like bacteria -- it's everywhere! And it does seem to multiply the more space you try to give it.
As for the shopping, I can't easily conceptualize what I require in a week yet. The fruit mounds have seized my counter and are now advancing lock-step onto the kitchen table. Maybe the kids will eat more of it with such a frontal assault.
Here's an inventory of all the produce deployed to my counter and fridge:
Fruit:
- Red d'anjou pears - 12
- Green d'anjou pears - 1
- Cameo apples - 8
- Other apples (mishmash) - 9
- Tangerines - 7
- Really ripe (soft/spotty) bananas - 14
- Ripe-but-probably-not-by-Doug-Graham-standards-but-the-only-way-I-can-eat-them-whole bananas - 12
- Keitt mangoes - 7
- Hayden mangoes - 8
- Ginormous asian pears - 6
- Grapes, sweet red seedless - about 5 pounds
- Grapes, red seeded - about 1 pound
- Kiwi - 1 from my garden
- Oranges - 11
- Red ruby juicing grapefruits - 25
- Blueberries - 36 oz.
- Papaya - 1 (to see if I can stomach it)
- Watermelons - 2 medium (bargain produce)
- Honeydew melon - 1
- Ugli/unique fruit - 1 (don't ask me!)
- Avocado - 2 small
- Jakfruit - 1 large slice
Veg:
- Lettuce heads - 4
- Celery - 2 bunches
- Spinach - 1 bunch
I don't know ... do you think I'll starve to death eating like this?
Food:
2 bananas
Smoothie: Head of lettuce (332 g), 1 gala apple (140 g), 2 green d'anjou pears (274 g), 2 bananas (222 g)
2 apples, 1 banana, 1 oz pecans
Calories: 1114
Carbohydrate: 77%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 18%
Exercise:
- 20 minutes StepMill
- 20 minutes exercise bike
- 12 minutes glider at high intensity
- 20 minute ab workout
Pizza Encounters:
- Pizza flyer on doorknob in afternoon
- Pizza cooked in my over, upon returning in evening
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Day 9-10: Busting some nuts with my extra energy
I saw my friends Gareth and Valentina on Saturday who put on a nice, small gathering with a couple other of Valentina's friends and their kids. There were seven kids, so they all got to play, pretty well self-policed, for the afternoon. Valentina -- bless her heart -- bought some pizzas for everyone (but me! boo hoo!). Naw, seriously, I knew that part wouldn't be fun, but have also totally accepted that there are going to be moments like that. Pizza aside, I had a really nice time. Good company, good conversation.
Gareth did teach me a useful skill: How to crack nuts with your bare hands. I think this is a skill every woman should have. ;-) Of course, Gareth makes it look so easy in this video, whereas I had to struggle and struggle (but I did eventually manage it).
Lest you think I am encourage raw food over-indulgence via the egregious portrayal of Gareth and his nuts, let me say that I post this information only to illustrate a skill that I never knew was possible, and only for your viewing pleasure.
Day 9 Food:
Carbohydrates: 64%
Protein: 6%
Fat: 30%
Day 10 Food:
Carbohydrates: 92%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 3%
Gareth did teach me a useful skill: How to crack nuts with your bare hands. I think this is a skill every woman should have. ;-) Of course, Gareth makes it look so easy in this video, whereas I had to struggle and struggle (but I did eventually manage it).
Lest you think I am encourage raw food over-indulgence via the egregious portrayal of Gareth and his nuts, let me say that I post this information only to illustrate a skill that I never knew was possible, and only for your viewing pleasure.
Day 9 Food:
- 4 cups grapefruit juice
- 1 pineapple (654 g)
- 1 oz. brazil nuts
- Smoothie: Spinach - 1/2 large head, 2 bananas. NASTY! I made a bunch more than this but could only stomach half of it without resorting to the vomit chamber. 1 large avocado. 1 walnut. 1 apple.
Carbohydrates: 64%
Protein: 6%
Fat: 30%
Day 10 Food:
- 4 cups grapefruit juice
- Smoothie (actually a nice combination): 2 keitt mangoes (326 g), 3 d'anjou pears (450 g), box of blueberries, supposed to be 6 oz but actually only 5-7/8 -- thieves! -- which is 134 g; large head of romaine.
- 3 bananas
Carbohydrates: 92%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 3%
Day 8: The fruit tree: Nature's first meth lab
"Awate!"
That's what my older son used to yell excitedly about his waking new baby brother, before he could pronounce his "k" sound. Well, that's me lately, wide awake, but not always happy about it. I'm waking up before sunrise every day and not falling asleep until close to midnight. That's just not normal! Not that I'm getting up at that time ... I just lay around and marvel at how impossible it is to sleep, then relent after awhile and begrudgingly face the day.
Joe Alexander, in his fantastic little book Blatant Raw Foodist Propaganda -- in my eyes one of the best, and certainly most humorous, books on the raw food diet -- sums the ultimate effect up thus:
"Raw food diet is a better high than marijuana or speed or LSD or cocaine or any other drug you can name, and best of all the CIA doesn't make any money on it."
Well, I'm not exactly there yet, but I am fully
AWAKE!
I think I'm entering Stage 2 detox, and this is part of the annoyance factor. My skin is rough, dry, and itchy. In short, I'm through the sleepy stage (which is easier in a sense because you can sleep through it) and have now entered the deep-clean mode of detox which, heaven help me, will probably go on and on until December 21, 2012.
I do like that I am quite alert though, even well into the evening, which is a change. Last night I worked in my home office until 10:00 on this heinous work project. I wanted to get a lot done while I was on a roll.
When I came out and sat down, Gary says to me, "Updating your blog?" with a knowing grin.
"No, actually I was WORKING. There are other people in this house that work too, you know!" (I'm a part-time, work-at-home, keep-my-own-hours contractor, so sometimes he gets a bit jealous.) He was not expecting to see me working at that time at night unless absolutely necessary.
I was forced to restock the fruit cellar (I wish!) yesterday, after only 6 days! My counter was practically bare. (Mind you, practically bare to me is probably a month-long supply of fruit for a medium sized Texas village.) At the store, the checkout ladies were giggling and eying my mountain of grapefruit -- not that many really -- about 30? -- and whispering amused comments in Spanish (not realizing that I could understand them). Funny.
Nonetheless, it's still a bit shocking to me to go through like 40 grapefruits in a week, especially since grapefruit juice is one of my favorites while eating like this, so I could easily have double that if I was open to having less variety.
Last night I was pining fiercely for a semblance of a "normal" meal, just something that looked like something other than orchard droppings or a pureed concoction thereof. It was an emotional thing; I just wanted to sit down "properly" with the family. I cut up a bunch of veggies and reconstituted some tomato powder (dehydrated from our summer harvest, sorry folks). No salt or spices, so no real risk of it being too mmm mmm good. Big plate. Gary agreed that it approximated a normal looking meal.
You know what? It was WAY too much. I mean too intense. The tomato flavor was overwhelming. I ate the whole thing, but only because I don't like wasting food. It was an effort not to gag by the end. I had originally measured out one ounce of Brazil nuts -- I'm not opposed to going over the 10% fat target at this stage -- but then I didn't want them either.
My Friday night treat was some high carbon footprint Chilean cherries. I wouldn't normally purchase such ridiculously transported produce, but I've allowed myself a few indulgences to get over the most painful first stretch of this trek.
Food:
Carbohydrates: 88%
Fat: 4%
Protein: 8%
That's what my older son used to yell excitedly about his waking new baby brother, before he could pronounce his "k" sound. Well, that's me lately, wide awake, but not always happy about it. I'm waking up before sunrise every day and not falling asleep until close to midnight. That's just not normal! Not that I'm getting up at that time ... I just lay around and marvel at how impossible it is to sleep, then relent after awhile and begrudgingly face the day.
Joe Alexander, in his fantastic little book Blatant Raw Foodist Propaganda -- in my eyes one of the best, and certainly most humorous, books on the raw food diet -- sums the ultimate effect up thus:
"Raw food diet is a better high than marijuana or speed or LSD or cocaine or any other drug you can name, and best of all the CIA doesn't make any money on it."
Well, I'm not exactly there yet, but I am fully
AWAKE!
I think I'm entering Stage 2 detox, and this is part of the annoyance factor. My skin is rough, dry, and itchy. In short, I'm through the sleepy stage (which is easier in a sense because you can sleep through it) and have now entered the deep-clean mode of detox which, heaven help me, will probably go on and on until December 21, 2012.
I do like that I am quite alert though, even well into the evening, which is a change. Last night I worked in my home office until 10:00 on this heinous work project. I wanted to get a lot done while I was on a roll.
When I came out and sat down, Gary says to me, "Updating your blog?" with a knowing grin.
"No, actually I was WORKING. There are other people in this house that work too, you know!" (I'm a part-time, work-at-home, keep-my-own-hours contractor, so sometimes he gets a bit jealous.) He was not expecting to see me working at that time at night unless absolutely necessary.
I was forced to restock the fruit cellar (I wish!) yesterday, after only 6 days! My counter was practically bare. (Mind you, practically bare to me is probably a month-long supply of fruit for a medium sized Texas village.) At the store, the checkout ladies were giggling and eying my mountain of grapefruit -- not that many really -- about 30? -- and whispering amused comments in Spanish (not realizing that I could understand them). Funny.
Nonetheless, it's still a bit shocking to me to go through like 40 grapefruits in a week, especially since grapefruit juice is one of my favorites while eating like this, so I could easily have double that if I was open to having less variety.
Last night I was pining fiercely for a semblance of a "normal" meal, just something that looked like something other than orchard droppings or a pureed concoction thereof. It was an emotional thing; I just wanted to sit down "properly" with the family. I cut up a bunch of veggies and reconstituted some tomato powder (dehydrated from our summer harvest, sorry folks). No salt or spices, so no real risk of it being too mmm mmm good. Big plate. Gary agreed that it approximated a normal looking meal.
You know what? It was WAY too much. I mean too intense. The tomato flavor was overwhelming. I ate the whole thing, but only because I don't like wasting food. It was an effort not to gag by the end. I had originally measured out one ounce of Brazil nuts -- I'm not opposed to going over the 10% fat target at this stage -- but then I didn't want them either.
My Friday night treat was some high carbon footprint Chilean cherries. I wouldn't normally purchase such ridiculously transported produce, but I've allowed myself a few indulgences to get over the most painful first stretch of this trek.
Food:
- 2 cups grapefruit
- Smoothie: Handful of mallow from my garden (40 g), handful of celery from my garden (68 g), 3 burro bananas.
- Small watermelon
- Crazy dinner mixture: broccoli (2-1/4 oz/68 g), zucchini (4 oz/116 g), grape tomatoes (3-1/2 oz/100 g), slice of leftover mango (1/2 oz/16 g), handful of lettuce (1-7/8 oz/56 g)
- 3.5 oz cherries
Carbohydrates: 88%
Fat: 4%
Protein: 8%
Friday, January 8, 2010
Day 7: No wagons here!
I announced this here blog on the rawfoods.com forum the other day and one of the nice replies was from Bryan, who I used to see at raw food potlucks. We have mutual friends. It's been ages since I saw him. He's a long-time raw fooder and has seen a lot of success with his dietary choices. I appreciated his words of encouragement, but one thing he said really got me thinking: "It doesn't matter how many times one falls off the wagon. What matters is that one gets back on." I appreciate where he's coming from, totally, as a gentle encouragement to be willing to take the first step again with this diet.
However, in thinking deeper about it, I'm in a different place with it now. My attitude now is that this is just what I'm doing for now, for today, with resolute determination to get to 90 days. I used to go by that success/failure model, and all it ever got me was a whole lot of heartache. I would love myself only when I was eating raw food and staying on the restrictive straight and narrow. Then I would "fall off" and I would hate myself and go into a tailspin, which wouldn't make me love myself anymore. It was all about something external -- food -- not something inside.
Today I have dispensed with the wagon altogether. I'm living within my own power so don't need such outmoded conveyances. I'm actually in a place where I can't do anything other than what I'm doing, because I know I would be not being true to my dreams, that it would be out of alignment. What's truly important is not that I get back on the raw food wagon; it's that I create the strong, vibrant, happy life that I want. What I eat is secondary to that. Once I put everything aside and asked myself what I truly wanted and how to get it, and fully understood that I have to create the life I want and build my strength by flexing my mental muscles, I see this as truly just one exercise toward achieving that goal. The diet is only a stepping stone that I think, for now, will help me be who I want to be, help me explore some frontiers in my life. I don't promise to be doing this five years from now. I have a truly open mind about it.
A lot of my new attitude comes from a strong desire to flex my willpower. When you build your willpower you build your focus and concentration. As applied to the diet this time around, it's really not about avoiding food. This is about learning to do what is difficult, cultivating inner fortitude, and I can apply its lessons in a myriad of ways.
Eat Something Raw Day
Did you know today is Eat Something Raw Day? I had no idea! I heard that this morning on NPR. I tried to research it (about 30 seconds) and couldn't really find anything out, but if you're really sappy there are some Eat Something Raw Day e-cards out there. Eat Something Raw! Um, ok!
As for Day 7
Lots of cravings throughout the day, mostly because I was getting together with a friend that I usually go to lunch with. She offered me an avocado and I took her up on it. Better than potato salad!
In case you haven't noticed, I'm posting my experiences from the previous day. I don't think too well at night, so it works better for me this way.
As for weekends, I'll try to post my food, but maybe no commentary. There's this great blog Geese Aplenty, and when you do a Google search on it the description says, "Now fortified with less frequent posts." Love that! If you need some humor in your day, czech out that blog.
Food:
Carbs: 76%
Protein: 7%
Fat: 17%
However, in thinking deeper about it, I'm in a different place with it now. My attitude now is that this is just what I'm doing for now, for today, with resolute determination to get to 90 days. I used to go by that success/failure model, and all it ever got me was a whole lot of heartache. I would love myself only when I was eating raw food and staying on the restrictive straight and narrow. Then I would "fall off" and I would hate myself and go into a tailspin, which wouldn't make me love myself anymore. It was all about something external -- food -- not something inside.
Today I have dispensed with the wagon altogether. I'm living within my own power so don't need such outmoded conveyances. I'm actually in a place where I can't do anything other than what I'm doing, because I know I would be not being true to my dreams, that it would be out of alignment. What's truly important is not that I get back on the raw food wagon; it's that I create the strong, vibrant, happy life that I want. What I eat is secondary to that. Once I put everything aside and asked myself what I truly wanted and how to get it, and fully understood that I have to create the life I want and build my strength by flexing my mental muscles, I see this as truly just one exercise toward achieving that goal. The diet is only a stepping stone that I think, for now, will help me be who I want to be, help me explore some frontiers in my life. I don't promise to be doing this five years from now. I have a truly open mind about it.
A lot of my new attitude comes from a strong desire to flex my willpower. When you build your willpower you build your focus and concentration. As applied to the diet this time around, it's really not about avoiding food. This is about learning to do what is difficult, cultivating inner fortitude, and I can apply its lessons in a myriad of ways.
Eat Something Raw Day
Did you know today is Eat Something Raw Day? I had no idea! I heard that this morning on NPR. I tried to research it (about 30 seconds) and couldn't really find anything out, but if you're really sappy there are some Eat Something Raw Day e-cards out there. Eat Something Raw! Um, ok!
As for Day 7
Lots of cravings throughout the day, mostly because I was getting together with a friend that I usually go to lunch with. She offered me an avocado and I took her up on it. Better than potato salad!
In case you haven't noticed, I'm posting my experiences from the previous day. I don't think too well at night, so it works better for me this way.
As for weekends, I'll try to post my food, but maybe no commentary. There's this great blog Geese Aplenty, and when you do a Google search on it the description says, "Now fortified with less frequent posts." Love that! If you need some humor in your day, czech out that blog.
Food:
- 1 avocado
- Juice of 6 grapefruits (2.5 cups)
- Smoothie (not great, but edible): 7.5 oz blueberries (214 g), cucumber (454 g), 3-5/8 oz pear (106 g), 3-1/2 oz banana (100 g), 2-3/8 oz celery (70 g)
- Large handful of garden lettuce
- 1 Crenshaw melon, blended (3 lb, 5 oz)
- Smoothie of 1 mango and 394 g romaine
Carbs: 76%
Protein: 7%
Fat: 17%
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Day 6: Pizza really does come out of the woodworks
Day 6 went off without a hitch, apart from the occasional twinge, like when I was walking up to my gym and was suddenly pummeled by the tantalizing scent of fresh pizza. Why oh why do they do that to me?
I was thinking about how I'm reacting to such things now versus other times when I've followed raw diets. I think I used to have the attitude that I just shouldn't have to put up with cravings, like they should just go away if I'm doing everything right. By the way, that is essentially what Doug Graham, author of The 80/10/10 Diet book told me on his forum, when I asked him how long it takes for cravings to go away. He basically said if you feed yourself right and choose not to have cravings (can't remember the exact words, but something to that effect) it won't be an issue. I have now decided after meticulous personal research that that's a load of crap, no disrespect intended to the man whose advice I am trying to follow. I just don't think he's ever had a food craving in his entire life, that's all.
Now I have the attitude that, yes, I'm going to want pizza and fries and blah blah blah for quite awhile. Hopefully not continuously, and hopefully I can find ways to manage it, but it's gonna hit me probably every single day for some time. It's intense, for me anyway.
Speaking of pizza, I never got that criticism of gourmet raw food that goes something like, "If it looks like pizza and tastes like pizza, it probably digests like pizza and has the same effect." To break it down:
In a nutshell, I'm not expecting to feel anything great anytime soon about any of this, but I'm still glad I'm doing it, because I wanted to do it, I set out to do it, it's impossible. That's why I'm doing it.
Food:
2-3/4 cups grapefruit juice
about 80% of a small watermelon
4 small apples
Smoothie of 3 yellow bananas (242 g), 90 g of a d'anjou pear (leftover bits after my son bit around it once), 256 g red seedless grapes (1.5 cups?) 224 g lettuce (about a head)
1 oz brazil nuts (I soaked and dehydrated (for storage purposes) a bunch of these some time back)
Calories: 1409
Carbohydrates: 80%
Protein: 6%
Fat: 14%
Sleep: About 8 hours
Exercise: 20 minutes StepMill , 20 minutes treadmill @ 3 mph
I was thinking about how I'm reacting to such things now versus other times when I've followed raw diets. I think I used to have the attitude that I just shouldn't have to put up with cravings, like they should just go away if I'm doing everything right. By the way, that is essentially what Doug Graham, author of The 80/10/10 Diet book told me on his forum, when I asked him how long it takes for cravings to go away. He basically said if you feed yourself right and choose not to have cravings (can't remember the exact words, but something to that effect) it won't be an issue. I have now decided after meticulous personal research that that's a load of crap, no disrespect intended to the man whose advice I am trying to follow. I just don't think he's ever had a food craving in his entire life, that's all.
Now I have the attitude that, yes, I'm going to want pizza and fries and blah blah blah for quite awhile. Hopefully not continuously, and hopefully I can find ways to manage it, but it's gonna hit me probably every single day for some time. It's intense, for me anyway.
Speaking of pizza, I never got that criticism of gourmet raw food that goes something like, "If it looks like pizza and tastes like pizza, it probably digests like pizza and has the same effect." To break it down:
- If it looks like pizza (Er, sort of)
- and tastes like pizza (No freakin' way that tastes like pizza!)
- it probably digests like pizza (????????)
- and has the same effect (Satisfaction? Not!)
In a nutshell, I'm not expecting to feel anything great anytime soon about any of this, but I'm still glad I'm doing it, because I wanted to do it, I set out to do it, it's impossible. That's why I'm doing it.
Food:
2-3/4 cups grapefruit juice
about 80% of a small watermelon
4 small apples
Smoothie of 3 yellow bananas (242 g), 90 g of a d'anjou pear (leftover bits after my son bit around it once), 256 g red seedless grapes (1.5 cups?) 224 g lettuce (about a head)
1 oz brazil nuts (I soaked and dehydrated (for storage purposes) a bunch of these some time back)
Calories: 1409
Carbohydrates: 80%
Protein: 6%
Fat: 14%
Sleep: About 8 hours
Exercise: 20 minutes StepMill , 20 minutes treadmill @ 3 mph
Day 5: Gawd, do I have to eat??
I was really busy all day long and didn't have much of a chance to sit down to eat, but I also noticed that I didn't really want much of anything [on the menu, anyway] all day long. I truthfully wasn't that hungry. Dinner was nonetheless annoying, as my husband popped a Di Giorno pizza in the oven; I know they're frozen and that it's highly illegal to like such things, according to the food police, but it smelled soooo goooood. I had my plate of grapes instead. Yum.
Writing now on Wednesday morning (Day 6), I'm still not hungry even though my caloric intake was way down yesterday (*not by as much as I thought though. I spotted a calculation error.). I think there's something going on inside, some kind of rearranging the furniture, bunsen burners firing up, because it's not like me to not want to eat. I'll force feed myself something in a minute ... ugh. I'm really trying to drink tons and tons of water, as much as possible, but my hydration level isn't budging, no siree. I must need a lot of water to expiate all those sins.
One thing that has jumped out at me over the last week is that all my favorite TV shows have something to do with food: Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, Last Restaurant Standing, Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, Bizzarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, Biggest Loser. What gives? I guess I've got issues ... I can't help but laugh! I've managed to still watch some of them without caving in.
I did, however, go to McDonalds today
I know, it's just awful isn't it? I arrived really early for my doctor appointment (standard thyroid garbage), kid in tow, so I took him for a small ice cream. The fries just about killed me, but we all survived. I didn't have anything (just to be clear) but I'm not a raw food mom who never lets her kid have anything "bad". I'm not forcing everyone to adopt my outsider ways at this point. Our trips to McDonalds are few and far between (we're all veg anyway, so can't really have much there). We did have a play in the Playland area, and actually laughed inside McDonald's, can you imagine? Still a bit torturous though ... Those fries really are to die for.
Mmmm mmmm good!
This morning I made a smoothie of two mangoes and one giant tree collard leaf from my garden. Took a swig and then noticed that it smelled faintly like stale cat feces. I smelled it about 10 times, wanting to be sure I wasn't going crazy, and finally dumped it out. "When in doubt, throw it out!" says the tried-and-true food service mantra. What a shame! ... probably $3.50 onto the compost mountain. What I'm not sure of is if it actually had feline residue on it or if mango/collard is just a poopey combination. I did brave another, well washed collard leaf in a banana smoothie later in the day and it was fine, if a bit too fibrous.
Food Day 5:
1 cup grapefruit juice (in a big hurry)
2 burro bananas
1 small watermelon
Smoothie of 1 collard leaf and 3 burro bananas
9.75 oz (2 cups?) red globe grapes
Calories: 689 (yikes!)
Carbohydrates: 92%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 3%
Sleep: About 8 hours
Exercise: None to speak of
Note: Since I'm not a good night blogger and tend to do it piecemeal, I've decided to post each day on the following day (inasmuch as I'm able to do so).
Writing now on Wednesday morning (Day 6), I'm still not hungry even though my caloric intake was way down yesterday (*not by as much as I thought though. I spotted a calculation error.). I think there's something going on inside, some kind of rearranging the furniture, bunsen burners firing up, because it's not like me to not want to eat. I'll force feed myself something in a minute ... ugh. I'm really trying to drink tons and tons of water, as much as possible, but my hydration level isn't budging, no siree. I must need a lot of water to expiate all those sins.
One thing that has jumped out at me over the last week is that all my favorite TV shows have something to do with food: Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, Last Restaurant Standing, Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, Bizzarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, Biggest Loser. What gives? I guess I've got issues ... I can't help but laugh! I've managed to still watch some of them without caving in.
I did, however, go to McDonalds today
I know, it's just awful isn't it? I arrived really early for my doctor appointment (standard thyroid garbage), kid in tow, so I took him for a small ice cream. The fries just about killed me, but we all survived. I didn't have anything (just to be clear) but I'm not a raw food mom who never lets her kid have anything "bad". I'm not forcing everyone to adopt my outsider ways at this point. Our trips to McDonalds are few and far between (we're all veg anyway, so can't really have much there). We did have a play in the Playland area, and actually laughed inside McDonald's, can you imagine? Still a bit torturous though ... Those fries really are to die for.
Mmmm mmmm good!
This morning I made a smoothie of two mangoes and one giant tree collard leaf from my garden. Took a swig and then noticed that it smelled faintly like stale cat feces. I smelled it about 10 times, wanting to be sure I wasn't going crazy, and finally dumped it out. "When in doubt, throw it out!" says the tried-and-true food service mantra. What a shame! ... probably $3.50 onto the compost mountain. What I'm not sure of is if it actually had feline residue on it or if mango/collard is just a poopey combination. I did brave another, well washed collard leaf in a banana smoothie later in the day and it was fine, if a bit too fibrous.
Food Day 5:
1 cup grapefruit juice (in a big hurry)
2 burro bananas
1 small watermelon
Smoothie of 1 collard leaf and 3 burro bananas
9.75 oz (2 cups?) red globe grapes
Calories: 689 (yikes!)
Carbohydrates: 92%
Protein: 5%
Fat: 3%
Sleep: About 8 hours
Exercise: None to speak of
Note: Since I'm not a good night blogger and tend to do it piecemeal, I've decided to post each day on the following day (inasmuch as I'm able to do so).
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