Living It Raw… Again
That’s right, bitches, I am back on the raw train once again. Mr. Ice Cream Man visited work today. An email was sent to inform us all when he arrived. I read it and shrugged, then went back to doing my work.
Now see, that is big. I was getting concentration camp skinny—or so they said. So I started including some foods that I had stopped eating. One thing leads to another and I am ordering pizzas and all kinds of shit that I had previously sworn off.
But now… now I am a NEW man. A focused man. A man with resolve. For some strange reason, I’m over it. Maybe it is the general crappiness I have been feeling lately but I have passed that point where I can’t say no to something. I just blew off free ice cream. (That is ice cream that you don’t pay for. So not having any money in my pocket isn’t a reason not to eat it.)
“Would you like some ice cream?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? It’s FREE ice cream.”
“No. No ice cream for me, thanks.”
I am not going to be a food nazi like before, but I do intend to make far better choices and think more about what I am eating. I know I will feel better.
