Um, working hard at being mentally checked out? I have neglected everything!
School? Dropped classes like nobody's business. I made it all the way to the last three weeks of Math with a solid B. Unfortunately, Professor Tran tended to over-enunciate his D's, biting down on them so hard that they would ring in the air a good 10 seconds after leaving his mouth. And go figure... every third sentence he spoke was either:
Do you understand?
Did I make it clear?
Don't forget to show your work!
I seriously was about to pull my eyelashes out. I figure there's nothing wrong with summer school!
Family? We've had snow on the ground for a few weeks now and I just noticed that my kid doesn't own one long sleeve shirt, and that all of his jeans (you could really call them Capri's) have gaping holes in them.
Raw? So it was day 82 (still is, have you noticed?) and I was so terribly cocky about making it to day 90 that I felt utterly coated in Teflon. I could do no wrong in the raw world. Yeah, that's when it all came tumbling down.
It wasn't a dramatic fall, and I barely even remember it. But I should have known that my over-confidence, combined with cinnamon rice cereal, was a recipe for failure. That's all it was. 3:00 am and a handful of sugary cereal ... I was done.
Did I feel bad? Hell no!! I felt free for the first time in, well, 82 days! But after the initial, "I'm never writing a f***ing post again!!!" wore off I started to realize that it had been pretty stupid mistake. And the irony that here I sit, writing yet another post, isn't lost on me.
As far as an "after" picture, this is all you're getting. You DID hear me say I was mentally checked out, right? I took this one last night and offer it as proof that I'm not waifish (dammit!), and my hair hasn't fallen out from malnutrition. I feel healthy, spectacular even. I'm still running and my joints never bother me, which had always been a problem in the past.
And the million dollar question: am I still eating raw?
Yes, for the most part. But I figure if I have a handsome man wanting to cook lentil soup with me, then who am I to argue? I'm gonna live, and not be rigid. But, I really like raw. It changed my life in more ways than you can begin to dream of. Maybe I'll write another post about that sometime soon.
