Time for change

Ever since I found out about a raw food diet that seemed to be doing wonders for people, I was raring to go.

So there I was on Sunday night, packing what I could, to take for lunch the next day.

The first thing I did, come Monday morning was to check my weight. I always close my eyes and step on it very gently, for one thing, I didn’t really want to know, but I needed to and secondly, given my size, the scale might actually break.

I nearly died! No, the scale didn’t break, but the numbers it showed, made me cringe. No wait, that can’t be right, the scale has been tampered with and I look again, but the scale doesn’t lie! What the heck I have been eating to get to this point.

Now I definitely need to stick to my plan.

My lunch bag is bulging with goodness but it weighs a ton with the number of containers; there is fruit in one, salad in the other, cut veggies in the third, a banana, a pear and an orange, just in case. Of course I also have almonds at my desk to help handle hunger pangs.

Seriously, I am not doing any manual labour and I am out of the house for about eight hours only, so how much would my stomach need?

I have an ample amount of stored fat to burn and will not starve to death, but it’s reassuring to know that I have enough and more, to keep me going!

As I walk into the office building, I see a young skinny girl, her handbag on her shoulder and a small lunch bag in the other. I am thinking, that bag probably has place for just a sandwich or salad if at all, which explains her size! The contents of my lunch bag would probably last her a week!

All in all, the morning goes well. I miss starting my day with a peanut butter sandwich followed by herbal tea, but for today, the tea will have to suffice. I wallop down my salad at lunch time and I am drinking loads and loads of water. Yes, that’s a good thing, except that I have to make endless trips to the washroom. No worries, I am getting rid of toxins galore!

By 4pm I have a massive headache. I am hungry, tired and I want my mommy!  I imagine her looking down from Heaven shaking her head and telling me to stop the pity party.

I also don’t want to go to the gym, because all I have eaten is food for rabbits and seriously there are no calories in that to burn! Then again all that accumulated fat that has found a seemingly permanent home in my stomach, needs to be given its eviction notice!

Once home, I am falling apart and my head is pounding. I don’t want to look at any raw food or nuts, darn, I am going nuts here myself and I’ve just about had it.

I breathe, long deep breathes and remind myself that it will get better. My stomach has been given a rude awakening and is rumbling, with complaints of negligence.

I so want this day to end, so I take a shower, followed by a Tylenol with a warm glass of water and go to bed.

Needless to say, my dreams are all food related…..