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!