Friday, November 1, 2013

On The Road

I'm between moves, so I'm on the road for at least the next 10 days with most of my stuff in storage. This is going to be a challenge for my raw food fare, and I am curious to see how it will all pan out.

I feel pretty confident about what I need in order to be successful with this lifestyle, and the importance of each of those things was never more apparent than it was a couple weeks ago when I didn't have what I needed. Between the sprained foot, the travel, and my limited access to foods (and lots of access to the Food Network), it was a recipe for a disaster.

In fact, I did finally have a cooked meal at the end of all of that. I didn't give myself too much grief over it, but I also know that can be a slippery slope. One exception can lead to many. At this point, I really believe it's not as much about will power as it is preparation. If I am sure to make sure that I have everything that I need, then I don't have to fight cravings and temptations. If I run out of food, or only have access to things that I don't like, then I have to white knuckle it.

I finally had the cooked meal after a few days of weeping, wailing, and gnashing my teeth. It just wasn't worth it. Emotionally, I needed that release, and I'm okay with that. 

Moving Forward

But now, here I am on the road, and I know that this is a difficult environment for me - more so because it's going to be such a long stint. I don't have my food prep tools, I can't get a lot of food at once, and the only car we have is a stick shift (which I can't drive), so I'm at the mercy of someone else to take me around to get what I need.

On the other hand, I'm eating raw, so it's not like I need a stove or anything. I can make a meal out of a bag of apples. That's easy. But emotionally, I can only eat so many bags of apples and carrots before my brain goes, "Wait a second... This isn't a meal! Abort! Abort!" So, I'm a little worried about these next several days. 

Although, I will say that I have gotten my order down pact when I go to restaurants. I don't even look at the menu. I just say, "I'd like a salad of greens, sun-dried tomatoes, raw mushrooms, olives, avocado, artichoke hearts, and your vinaigrette dressing." The artichokes are a cheat, but boy does it make the whole thing so much more bearable.

Wish me luck!