I am pretty sure no one is reading my blog. I think it must just be a type of self therapy.....a self absorbed, sick past time for me. I am obviously getting something out of it or I wouldn't keep doing it, right? I guess I am asking myself that question, since no body reads this.
Anyway.....I fell from raw food grace last night. I have been all raw since July 16th and then last night I succumbed to temptation. One of my good friends owns the best pizza place in town. I never eat there for obvious reasons. This friend also owns the coolest little bar in town and I do go there to socialize because they don't allow smoking and I can actually have a cocktail and not pollute my lungs as I pollute my liver. Back to the point.....so I am down at the Cellar Dweller last night and my husband and some of our other friends decide to order Pie Hole and have it delivered. I say, "order a salad for me." They are nice to comply. Once the pizzas arrive, I start the sniffing. I smell the New York style goodness and they all gang up on me and say, "What would just one piece hurt??" I think....yes.....I am not a raw food maniac! One piece will not kill me! So I did it I ate one piece and half of a second. There, I did it. Who the hell cares?
I was awakened in the night with a churning cramping stomach. I felt hung over...yet I only had one drink. I went to the bathroom and that's when the fun started. YIKES! My body did not want that slop in there (no offense to my friend). I mean things were working over time to get it OUT!! I have visited the toilet a number of times now and I am quite confident that most of everything I have taken in this week is out! I suppose that is a good thing.
If I had any readership, I am thinking that I have probably just lost them. Bowel movement discussions are always a good way to clear a room in my experience.
I am back to my raw diet today. That's right.....gonna get back on that pony and ride.