Day 31: October 31st 9:32 PM

Food Eaten: Apples, raw food pizza, choco-gorilla shake
Quality of life: Day of the dead might be better than christmas this year.
Physical Activity: Walked around the seawall. For some reason.
Raw Food Percentage: 100

To deny yourself something takes willpower, to deny yourself something for a set length of time takes patience. So I've definitely practiced my patience, now the question is, have I gained anything else.

I'm now 195 pounds, which is not a lot of weight loss (5 pounds) for 31 days, though I do seem to have reduced my body fat a little bit. I suspect its more of a feeling of being leaner than actually being any leaner. Still, feeling leaner's better than not at all.

I'm not sure if I'd say I have more or less energy at this point. I seem to be equally able to fall asleep or go off and adventure at virtually any given point. Good? Bad?

I've gotta admit I never mastered this diet. A person could definitely argue if I was ever even on a raw food diet, either because of the number of times I screwed up and ate something cooked(In retrospect the pistachios were kind of obvious), or because I never adhered to any planned diet. But, the vast majority of the food I ate was raw, and I've kept myself fed for the most part, though often through trial and error. Part of this was seeing if this diet could be part of my everyday life and trial and error has always been a larger part of my life than planning ever will be. And apparently I'm willing to sacrifice some comfort to keep it that way.

I suppose in the end the hardest part of this whole thing has been a loss of convenience, the loss of flexibility. Nothing to eat in the house, well you're screwed until the grocery opens tomorrow. Tired of walnuts, well you're kind of fucked son its a pretty heavy part of the diet. Food you packed for your shift not filling enough? Then you're spending it hungry lad.

Though mostly I'm just looking forward to being able to go out and get a coffee or a beer with my friends. Or eat out with my girlfriend at a restaurant we can both enjoy. When you stop being able to share food with your friends it can place a very strange and novel strain on the ties of affection.

All in all, I do feel healthier than I did at the beginning, though thats not particularly hard thanks to the upside of the law of diminishing returns. Maybe its just anticipation of the end of this fast, but I feel strangely filled with optimism. Perhaps I will finally swing my habits around to live a balanced lifestyle and not have to do this again in a year or two. At the very least the threat should work to scare me into ordering a salad now and then.

Anyhow, if anyone is still reading this, thank you for your patronage and I hope you found the admittedly repetitive complaining interesting at times. For any of my friends who have had to put up with me in a foul humour as a result of plummeting blood sugar, had to sit there uncomfortably at a bar or restaurant as I stared at them eat and drink, or just in general were inconvenienced by the fact that I couldn't do nothin' but eat salad, I apologize and thank you for your patience.

Now, as I finish this I'm 90 minutes away from the day of the dead, which just to make things a little sweeter, is a 25 hour day.

I'm going to go get drunk, sobre up, and get drunk again.