2 weeks of raw eating, and I’m bored. Bored with the food I’m eating, bored with the “challenge”, bored with the fact that I know I can stick it to the end (it’s going to be maybe one day short, because I’m going on the Round The Island yacht race back in the UK on three 30th June, and I can’t remember what I ate on the 31st May. *unconcerned shrug*), bored with no detectable effects on either my body or my mind.
My dodgy hip is still dodgy, no worse, no better (some friends have reported joint aches disappearing whilst eating raw, only to return when they resume their previous eating habits). Gym performance is same as ever. I don’t have much fat, but it seems the same amount as ever. I can’t say about my weight. I only weigh myself when I visit my family (twice a year or so), because it’s so boring – a tad either side of 60 kg, always. Mood has been a bit lower than average, but that’s due to work/band/ financial circumstances, I would say. No extra sense of connection, no mental clarity, no physical weakness – or extra energy. No extra specially amazing raw vegan sex, like a friend of mine experienced. (Goddammit! Maybe that only works if both of you eat raw, though… 🙂 ). I do not feel the slightest bit different – except maybe the odd minor craving for fried onions over the past few days!.
It’s all so-so.
I’m slightly more aware how much food can be a distraction, a something to do – from impulse snacks bought at the train station to pass time, to the easy minor pleasure of a meal out after a work day that leaves little energy for anything active. If I hung out in hipper areas, where there would be at least some raw vegan options, but I don’t. Supermarkets are my friend!
I’ll stick with it, in case there are any late-blooming effects, but so far, it’s been rather uneventful and not much of a challenge.