Of course I’m on a diet. I’m an American woman. After a long spell of comfort food to offset the trauma of chemotherapy and to humor my collection of cancer specific medical providers, I am trying to get back to my raw vegan diet. This diet is also recommended by the post-cancer nutritionist. My cancer, though stress created, finds its roots in our SAD Standard America Diet—full of animal proteins—the link to breast cancer in the USA.
I’m not having much luck sticking with the diet as I no longer have my husband as my reason, inspiration, or life coach. The chance of not getting cancer again by sticking with the diet, does not seem to motive me. It should but doesn't. I am sporadic at best, trending toward fits of chocolate and French fries. Not really off the diet but not getting the weight off.
So here is today’s transgressions:
Breakfast: Coffee with Agave nectar and almond milk.
Church Social: Prunes, 3 Ritz crackers, Decaf with milk
Lunch: Jack-in-the-Box Southwest Chicken Salad—NO Croutons and the chicken went to Dex my dog.
Snack: Figs I picked up off the ground at Church, a tomato, a plum
Dinner: Homemade sprouted bean soup, soy bean crackers, an apple
Actually that doesn't look so bad. I did eat 3 cups of bean soup when one would have done. Notice the milk and coffee are still sneaking into the diet. Both have got to go.
Oh I just remembered the French fries with ketchup. Here I was feeling pretty proud of myself.