Zero problems Sunday. Love the buckwheat; managed on one cup of java. Did some gardening - planting some geraniums, columbine, something I forget and pansies. My husband did most of the work, but he had to leave for his son's senior banquet. I visited my mostly raw girlfriend and she gave me some great tips for after the cleanse and some kale.
Monday is my only busy day -- the other days I usually just putter around the house getting housework done, my accounting work for the studio and working on the website or the studio software. I knew it would be difficult, so I ate breakfast according to plan at 8A, had some berries at 10:30, then off to teach my noon class. It was a small class so I practiced quite a bit and felt okay if a little sluggish. Got home at 1:30 and made my lunch with a brown rice bowl, cabbage, and shallot. Did my 100 steps after the meal tidying up, then took a rest with the dogs on the big red couch. I really like the 100 steps part because I do tend to just flop in front of the computer or TV after having eaten.
Rose at 2:45 to pick up the kids. Wasted 15 precious minutes in the cluster-flip parking lot and got my son to his math tutoring session 5 minutes late. Dropped my daughter off with a key and she made it into the house with no troubles. (Big milestone!) Whole Foods is nearby so I went off armed with a list that I couldn't get at Sprouts . . . the WF employees were very helpful. Got lots of fruit because the kids love dessert and I feel like I'm cooking or cleaning non-stop doing two meal plans. A "normal" grocery store trip takes me 20 minutes maximum, but this WF trip was almost an hour since I don't know what the hell I'm buying nor do I know where it is. Additionally, I got the few groceries my family had put on the list.
Tutoring session over and we get home -- I start my khicadi, I decide to double it since Wednesday we have the volleyball banquet at our house. I got Dave and the kids frozen pasta with jarred sauce, frozen corn, and made a huge fruit salad with a little Agave syrup. Again, a fruit snack, fed the family at 6, checked the khicadi before I go and it's still soup. . . Oh well, off to teach my favorite hot class. Felt pretty good -- class was great. Two newish students so I did some adjusting on them, but my regulars could practically teach it themselves.
Home at 9:15. Khicadi is still soup, so I guess it's supposed to be that way. Dull as dishwater, darn it, but it's food. I got frustrated and strained out the water, leaving a more substantial dish that I added red cabbage and onion to and ate. My husband tasted it and said it needed salt. I replied that I can't have more salt. He nicely got me a glass of water and laughed when I told him I couldn't have ice. He not only did the dishes from the kids and my preliminary cooking, he did the dishes from my final meal. I asked him why he was being so nice and he said in a doctorly way that he didn't want me passing out from low blood pressure due to no salt in my diet.
I reminded him it's only 4 days. . .
I know it's against the plan, but I had more fruit before going to bed. Kill me now.
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