Several months into eating raw food, I was spending close to $100 a month on medications and that was with insurance paying the lion’s share. Without insurance, it would have been that much for one of the meds. I have no idea what the others would have cost but I’d looked into that particular one. Now, I’m on one medication that costs me (with insurance) $20 every three months. I still have the hope I can discontinue that one someday. My doctor tells me I’ll have to take it the rest of my life but miracles still happen. It’s a miracle that I don’t weigh right at 190 lubs. Anyone with hypothyroidism can tell you it isn’t easy to get and stay slim. Truthfully, it’s almost impossible if you eat a diet that relies heavily on cooked foods. It takes a tremendous amount of self-control and starving. Eating raw food takes neither if it’s done correctly. And if you aren’t having to cook for others. I have a great deal of respect for people who cook for the family and stay with eating raw food. I’m not tempted by cooked food but I’m not presented with such temptation on a regular basis.
Report time! This is the next-to-the-last day I’ll be reporting except for tomorrow’s bedtime. Last night I was in bed at 9:03. I didn’t exercise since I take a break on Sabbath. My fat intake was probably a little more than it should be but I didn’t eat all I took, either. Maybe it balanced out.
Day 20 Raw Food
25 ozzies OJ
36 ozzies banana/blueberry/spinach smoothie
1 Bubbies pickle
1 large decent mango
Huge salad (bagged), cucumber, tomato, kelp noodles, dressed with Matt’s Dip with Bubbies relish
25 ozzies grapefruit juice
I was ready to walk out the door to church when I realized I hadn’t fed The Cat. I put her food in her bowl and thoroughly washed my hands. I hate handling raw meat but I’d hate worse to feed her food that makes her feel bad. That delayed me long enough for the phone to ring before I could leave. It was someone wanting to provide me with septic tank service. I was almost rude and hung up after saying bye. He was still talking. Rarely do I get into the sanctuary when song service has already started but that was the scene today.
My friend had been brought over and was sitting in her usual spot on the back row. She has to be on the left side, too. Why, I have no idea. That is her place. Mine is on the second row on the right side because it’s close to the organ. At least there’s a reason I know for where I sit.
After a good message from the pastor’s wife, one of the elders conducted an after-service session about special prayer requests. We got our lists, had a parting prayer and I headed out thinking I would take my friend back to the nursing home. One of the ladies was telling me about her new job and how it doesn’t pay as much as her husband would make if he had a house to build. I wish I had enough money I could fix all the problems with my friends and family but I don’t. Some people seem to think I’m wealthy because I work at the hospital and I’m a supervisor but that can’t be farther from the truth. I’m trying my hardest to get out of debt before I retire. I only have two years to accomplish that feat. If I were rich, I wouldn’t be in debt, would I? Anyway, while she was talking, my friend got in someone else’s vehicle and was spirited away.
On the way to the house, I stopped and got two persimmons. After I had my smoothie, I blended the persimmons with the juice of an orange thinking there were no seeds. I missed one somewhere. It was in tiny pieces all through the pudding. I had to dump it. Durn.
After I ate most of the salad, I got very sleepy. I crawled into bed and slept for an hour. I thought I would be groggy when I got up but I wasn’t.
I had a question about one of merm’s forums so I went to pull it up for a look-see. Come to find out, it’s down and has been all day. Drat those hackers! It’s still transferring to the new server. It’s much larger with a membership many times mine.
Ten minutes ’til I should be in bed. Good night!