Today was Day Two of raw week in my fast. This means that every thing I eat all day has to be raw. I had a banana smoothie and raw zucchini bread with avocado and veggie pasta with marinara leftovers and apples and grapes and etc...and a spoonful of peanut butter, which was cheating, but my craving for something sweet and fattening got the best of me after my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. And it is not a surprise that I felt so salty all day long. Food detox, in addition to managing portion control more than usual, can make you kinda crabby.
First, I missed my workout because due to the time change, I am still super tired. Then I got in the car without my breakfast smoothie and had to go back in to get it. I dropped the kids off at school and drove to the gas station on fumes only to realize when I got there that I didn't have my wallet. Had to go back home again. I got to work and called the insurance company because they denied Jim's claim for his last eye exam, and by the time I got off the phone I was ready to cry. Went into the building and realized that I couldn't find my personal copy of Of Mice and Men, which sucked because I was reading it aloud with my students today, but I made do with the fact that I've taught it like 1000 times now and ended up not needing my annotations. Ate my lunch and chipped a tooth on a walnut hull that somehow made it all the way from the factory into my raw zucchini bread. Taught two more classes where I was harassed for quiz answers and time extensions. Drove home and wanted to nap, but that never happens, so I helped my first grader with her homework...she took about an hour to do ten minutes of work, got mouthy, lost her video game privileges for tomorrow, made a giant ordeal of everything and I even heard the words "It's my life!" Come out of her mouth. Went to get my friend to go to yoga and got mad at the guy in the SUV who was making me late for my appointment with serenity.
I felt like this:
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
But the good news is that it is bed time and I was a good girl and did my meditation, and I think I am all better now because this. Day. Is. Over.
The next time you come across a cranky pants like me, they might just be craving fat, sugar, and caffeine. Or maybe they are just having a bad day. Be merciful, please.
