Day 3 October 3rd 9:21 PM

Food Eaten: Apples, almonds, cashew 'cheese' plate, raw lasagna
Quality of life: nutrient bliss out
Activity level: Walked around the sea wall
Estimated Raw Food Percentage: 100%

I feel like maybe that should be 98, I finished Heather's salad at the restaurant we were at and the dressing might've been cooked, who knows? I'm developing a fairly intense paranoia about that, since I didn't do enough research to figure out what I can and can't eat in every situation. For example, raw cookie dough? It does say raw right there.

That ignorance is limiting my options for food right now, unfamiliarity with raw ingredients and methods makes me kind of uncomfortable with improvising, which is mainly how I tend to cook. Though the fact I don't really cook either isn't helping my confidence. I don't really know what I can use, and in what manner. I spent an embarrassingly long time last night staring at a bag of cashews trying to figure out if the salt on them was itself a problem or was a sign of other kinds of processing and cooking. A man should not live in fear of cashews, be they roasted or not.

But after watching me eat almost exclusively almonds for most of today, Heather suggested we try an actual raw food restaurant and eat food prepared by people who know how to make it.

Were I king I would give every single person working at the Radha eatery a medal. After eating an unreasonable quantity of almonds all day getting to sit in a restaurant and eat a real meal, a full plate of raw food that wasn't just a pile of lettuce, was a massive relief. It actually made this whole plan feel a lot more reasonable and possible. Also, raw lasagna, Christ it was like eating ten salads at once. Its currently sitting in my stomach like the monolith from 2001, teaching and training my body, moving my digestive enzymes and cells into a higher state of being.

I really have to start preparing real meals for myself instead of living off of snacks and ruffage. I feel this good after lasagna, I might have actually transcended existence into a being of pure energy if we'd gotten the raw cheese cake dessert. This is a much better way of living than staring at the nuts in the bulk food section of Safeway, confounded by the various ways a person could mean raw.

Which is going to mean recipes and trial and error until I get the hang of things. Hopefully I'll get to the point I feel as comfortable making a raw dish as I would making pasta or stir-fry; Be able to grab a random pile of vegetables and some sort of sauce and know that there will be edible and tasty food after I'm done with it.