DAY THREE: Sunday, June 6: Olive guilt
Day three on the raw food diet, another banana for breakfast. To be fair, I feel totally fine during daylight hours. Work keeps my mind occupied and I feel fit and healthy; a mango salad lunch proving to be more than sufficient to keep me going until around 6pm. That’s when the fun really starts. Tonight, I really could not bring myself to eat another piece of fruit so I jumped into the car and drove to the nearest supermarket to stock up on vegetables and a tub of pitted olives, which can be constituted as a rare treat in the circumstances.
Raw food diary: Day one
Raw food diary: Day two
I actually double-checked with Jaye via telephone to ensure olives were allowed as part of a raw food diet. The answer is they are but they are not particularly good for you, unless they are in their rawest form, because they tend to be preserved in brine and contain a lot of salt. However, hunger was the main issue at that moment in time so as soon as the green light was given I went and purchased a small tub of pimento stuffed olives; I demolished them all within 20 minutes and actually felt quite bad for it. You know you’re on a pretty extreme diet when you feel a sense of guilt from eating a tub of olives; I mean it’s not like I devoured an 8oz steak with all the trimmings.
In a strange coincidence, I spent the remainder of the evening watching the documentary film Super Size Me, which was being shown on television. The film’s main protagonist Morgan Spurlock spends 30-days eating only fast food from McDonald’s and has to ‘super-size’ his meal if the option is offered to him. In a way, it’s almost the exact opposite to what I’m attempting this week. I am not envious of his task at all as, although I have the odd craving for meat, I generally feel very healthy after a few days eating only raw fruit and vegetables whereas Spurlock experienced mood swings, sexual dysfunction and fat accumulation to his liver. He also gained an incredible 24 and a half pounds during the course of the month. I feel like I am losing weight but time will tell if that is really the case.
My mum and dad back home in Scotland have donated the money they would normally have spent on alcohol for the week to Soccer Aid, a Unicef initiative that has captured the UK’s imagination this evening. Hold on, that means they must have donated a small fortune...
