As I wrote about on Monday, I am experimenting with a raw food diet (or challenge as I like to call it since I don’t like the implications of the word “diet”) for the next week. Today is day three, and so far, this is not at all how I anticipated my new healthy-eating program would go. For starters, I am hungry. Very hungry. And when I get hungry, I get grouchy. And when I get grouchy, I want to hurt someone (not really, but you know what I mean).
People who have done a raw food challenge in the past keep telling me how amazing it is and how amazing I will feel. Exactly when will that happen, I want to know?
Admittedly, the first day was the hardest. Even though I usually eat pretty healthy and clean, I quickly discovered how addicted my body is to certain things, namely sugar and wheat. Giving up my morning coffee and nightly glass of vino has not been difficult–it’s the bread and desserts that I am craving. I keep thinking of cake. Chocolate cake. Just one bite, I tell myself. And after that, a nice little (OK, big) slice of warm Italian bread with melted butter. Oh, yum. See, even as I sit here and type this, my stomach growls. Why do I do that to myself? And why do advertisers have to do this to me? Maybe I never noticed it before (because I was never so freakin’ hungry), but commercials for food seem to be on like every two seconds. Even Pizza Hut and McDonald’s are beginning to sound good, even though I never touched the stuff before.
When I tell people I’m hungry, they lightheartedly reply, “Well you can eat as many fruits, veggies, nuts and beans as you want. Why should you be hungry?” That right there is why I want to punch them in the face. Let me be clear, days of salads, apples and green smoothies are not satisfying. And even though I defended the fact that a vegan diet does not suck the other day, so far, this raw food diet does.
Yes, I know there are plenty of supposedly-delicious recipes I can make. I have a raw food cookbook with some dishes that actually do sound pretty good. Like burritos, soups and pies. So I have decided to do what any capable, resourceful, self-sufficient woman would do: I have hired someone to cook (I mean, prepare) these things for me. You see, most of these require a dehydrator (which I don’t have) and what appears to be way too much time spent peeling, soaking and dicing the foods into all sorts of shapes, sizes and consistencies. I could tell you that I don’t have the time for that, but that would be a lie. I’m just lazy. And hungry.
So, I’m heading to pick up my freshly catered food right now, so I will let you know how it goes. Will my cravings ever subside or am I doomed for a life of endless thoughts about cake and bread?