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There-I said it. I read it the other day in a book by Victoria Boutenko and laughed inside. Sure, I knew what she meant, but today I can say, I KNOW what she meant. I now am admitting it to myself, family and anyone who might read this silly blog.

So, I've been transitioning into raw food for the past few weeks. I knew I had to make serious diet changes to save my health, but just didn't think it would take me as far as being a raw-foodie. Well, here I am. This week I decided to officially give it a go. All week, I'd been doing well. My appetite had lessened, my skin was clearing up, I was calmer, a little weak from detox-nothing scary. And then today happened-Grandma showed up with Dunkin' Donuts.

I knew she was coming with them-she always does. I had eaten a full plate of fruit and was satisfied. I thought I had put up a proper defense. I had prepared my mind/body for the physiological battle of not eating donuts. She must've been in the house for 10 minutes before I realized I was sipping on coffee and eating a donut. WHAT HAPPENED!!! After she left, I couldn't believe it! But then, I had another! Sick, I know. Then, my husband came home and wanted to go out to dinner. I picked a Japanese restaurant where I love their cooked dishes-I set myself up for failure. So it's official-I am a cooked food addict. I'm glad to know it about myself now. Today is done-I can't change it. I'm actually glad it happened. I've turned over a new leaf (pun intended, of course) and I now feel prepared and ready to really, whole-heartedly be a raw-foodie. :)