What a weird week!  You may be wondering if I ate cooked food on Friday.  The answer is, “Yes.”  The Husband and I went out for dinner.  I had vegan spring rolls, a bagel and organic tortilla chips with organic salsa (picked up and eaten on the way home).  The spring rolls tasted wonderful.  Better than I remembered them in fact.  The bagel, not impressive.  The chips and salsa were good but I really think the salt was the attraction.  The Husband wanted a vegan chocolate chip cookie from Whole Foods.  He thought for sure I would want one since I hadn’t eaten anything like that in five weeks.  I told him I didn’t want a cookie.  I eat sweet stuff all the time, my sweet tooth is satisfied.  I wanted salty, hence the chips and salsa.

Was I glad I ate the cooked food?  The answer to that is slightly more complicated than a simple “yes” or “no”.  I enjoyed the spring rolls, chips and salsa while I was eating them but that’s where the “fun” stopped.  We ended up going home early because my stomach felt bad; but, when we got home, I couldn’t go to the bathroom!  Not good.  I told the Husband that I just wanted to throw up, but I didn’t do that either.  I laid down hoping I would be running to the bathroom to do one of those but instead, I immediately fell asleep.  I was out… I mean really out.  If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I passed out.  I was like that for twelve hours.  I must not have moved all night even because I woke up in the exact same position I was in when I laid down.

I continued to feel bad the next day (oh my goodness, the gas) and then the lovely monthly shows up.  Awesome.  This means I only got a 22 day cycle.  I felt ripped off.  So, my stomach feels yucky, I’m gassy (not normal for me on raw) and I get to have cramps too – oh goodie!  Not.  Ok, I was mad.  I told God so, too.  I felt justified because of that woman in the Bible who suffered from bleeding.  I really feel for her every time I read that account  Of course, she just touched the hem of Jesus’ garment, she didn’t go to him and say, “You know Jesus, I’m really mad.  I have to deal with this way more often than I should.  Seriously, all I’m asking for is six more days.  Could you just heal me already?”  I’m rather ashamed to admit that this affected my attitude for several days.  I didn’t feel like doing anything that I didn’t have to.

My workouts were fewer than usual and I didn’t get back into an exercise routine until Thursday’s TaeKwonDo class. The scale didn’t move this week. I weighed exactly the same thing as last week.  However, most of my measurements went down.  I lost another 1.2 inches in my waist, hips, right thigh, right arm and right forearm.

Thanks to my bad attitude, cramps, fatigue, gas, breakouts and a very unhappy digestive system, this wasn’t my favorite raw week.  Ironically, this was one of my best hair weeks since I stopped using shampoo six weeks ago.  I received two very sweet comments about my hair; one from a gal who has no idea about the “no poo” and another who does know.  I have taken six weeks worth of photos of my hair’s journey.  I plan to post those soon.

I didn’t eat cooked food again and I don’t plan to any time soon. Bring it on, week seven!