Sounds like a movie title, doesn’t it? It isn’t, though. I was able to meet the person who has helped me stick to eating raw food long enough to make it second nature. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
In reading over my previous post, I do hope people realize I was kidding merm about popcorn. I didn’t like it that much when I was eating cooked. I sure wouldn’t break raw to eat it now.
I woke in the night last night with a feeling of heaviness in my gut. I know it was because of my indiscretion at the restaurant. I got up early early and drank a couple glasses of water. That helped tremendously and I went back to bed and slept well. It did create a situation when I got up, though. My DD was showering in the one bathroom in the apartment. I had to tap on the door with things started getting desperate. She generously vacated the facilities and let me in.
After that, I went downstairs and drank another glass of water. That’s unusual because I generally get my fluids from juicy foods.
100% Raw Food
6 oranges, juiced (the juicer is a reamer type and not quite as easy to capture all the pulp as mine is but I still manage)
A 4 banana/romaine smoothie
Tomatoes fresh from the rooftop garden
A nectarine (the last one—I wasn’t quite sure I should eat it but I did)
3 bananas blended with a little water
I was listening for the FedEx man and made a dash for the stairs when I heard the doorbell. It rang one time and when I got to the bottom, there was no one there. I ran back upstairs to put on my shoes and make myself a little more presentable so I could check the cafe and see if he’d left it there. When I got back downstairs, on the door was a tag saying he had attempted delivery and would come back tomorrow. I e-mailed an update to merm and my DD and merm said to call and have him come back. That’s what I did and I waited all day for the envelope. I did make use of the time by doing laundry and working on a new page for my blog.
The upshot of my busy-ness was that I didn’t eat enough. I kept putting off fixing something that I ran out of time. I was concerned, too, that the noise of the blender or whatever would drown out the sound of the doorbell.
My daughter wrote that she would call me when she was getting close on the subway. I jumped in the shower and was at the computer again when she called. I grabbed my camera, my phone, and some money and set out. I met her and merm in the subway lobby. She and I went on and merm came home to clean and get some other things done. That’s what I need—a man who will work all day and come home and clean. Maybe merm can start a trend…
After we got off the subway, it was 20 minutes of brisk walking to get to the meeting in midtown Manhattan. I’d e-mailed a woman I’ve been corresponding with for quite some time and she and Roger came in together. It was the first time I’d met either one of them and it was a real treat. I’d been sitting, quiet as a mouse, listening to everything. It was very interesting. Roger would make comments and finally said something about a blog. Robert Dyckman asked if he were talking about his own blog. Roger said no, that there was someone in the room who has a blog but he didn’t know if she wanted to speak up. I put up my hand and squeaked, “It’s me!” I told a little about myself and gave the URL and the one for the forum.
There were lots of ideas and concepts presented tonight and it was a stimulating conversation. I “hear” the same things on the forum about people’s challenges with eating raw food—the panic they feel when trying to make it through social situations, the cravings, and on and on. Food is a worse addiction than drugs. It’s accepted and even encouraged. I guess I had it relatively easy when I started out but I mostly did what Roger told me. He had to come down hard on me a few times but I benefited from it and I never felt like he was being mean. You don’t hire a coach to tell you how good you’re doing when you aren’t. If you get your money’s worth, you’re going to get the truth.
After the meeting was over, I had my DD take pictures of Roger and me together. Roger is a handsome man with a mop of curly hair. He’s tall and slim with rippling muscles that he covered up with his jacket. We stood reversed from what we should have. His hair faded into the picture behind him. I tried to decide which one was good of both of us but I’m putting them all out there for public inspection. Here goes:
He and my DD have the same affliction. Neither one of them can keep their eyes open in a picture. Maybe I’ll see him again someday in the daytime and get a good picture of him then.
We stood and talked for a few minutes after the picture-taking and then took our leave. I need to remember people get tired. My daughter was about done in when we got on the subway. I was ready to go shopping for food but she just about dispaired at the thought. I told her I’ll go in the morning. A nice walk will be good for me, anyway. I plan to be rather sedentary and get more done on my blog, forum, and “store”.
And it’s already morning. I’ll backdate this because it was started much earlier. I’m hungry but I’ll live. This is no time to be eating. I had a glass of water when I came in and washed the last head of romaine.
Good night—er, morning!