WARNING: POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE (but realistic) MATERIAL:
I went out to dinner with a raw vegan meet-up group tonight.(when I tried to explain the concept to my Japanese room-mate, she asked me if it was like a *blind date* with a lot of people. Well, yes, I guess you could say that, if you stretched a bit.) I’ll tell you more about the meet-up tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I want to think about what happened to my gut tonight.
I don’t often go out to eat. I am very hinky about what I eat, and what the food preparers might have been thinking when they made what I am going to eat.
Tonight, I realized that when I prepare food at home, I am actually doing a fair job of food combining, and I also found out what happens to someone who has been food combining and then eats a wild mix of food.
I just did not think when I ordered all that food! I did not really pay attention to all the ingredients in the food (although the restaurant did a good job of explaining). I was happy, yea, excited, to be with a group of like thinkers who were also very interesting people in their own wright.
Then, about three-quarters of the way through the dinner, I began to feel some distress. When I ate the dessert, I actually felt physical pain on my tongue (am I newly allergic to something? Or had I just eaten too many different things in a 2 hour period?)
By the time I left the restaurant, I was in major pain.(in New York City, where there are people everywhere – unlike places where you can get in your car and do what you must). I finally made it home. After a while, the discomfort abated, but not before I had a chance to reflect on my own misdeeds and make new resolutions.
The next time I go out to a raw food restaurant, I am going to pay attention to the ingredients of the food I order, and limit what I eat, instead of having the delicious entree, the delicious smoothie, and the delicious dessert. I do not want to feel like a sulphur-filled balloon every again.