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.
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