Cindy is right: Eating raw takes a lot of time, even without factoring in inquisitive colleagues wondering if I've already fallen off the wagon or my lengthy search for tahini at Whole Foods this afternoon. (Hint: it's near the peanut butter, for some reason.)
Making all my food fresh today took longer than I'm accustomed to spending on food preparation. This probably isn't saying much: I'm a single guy who tends not to fuss over most meals.
Breakfast today was a fruit smoothie for breakfast (a cup of water blended with a banana, two strawberries, a handful of blueberries, two chunks of pineapple, kale and some hemp seeds for protein). Lunch was a salad and guacamole (sans tomato, which I was out of). An hour or so after lunch, I ate a raw bar Cindy had thoughtfully left on my desk, and I ate another of my own around 4.
After my odyssey at the grocery store, I made avocado gazpacho, with a few minor variations on this recipe. It was delicious, and after augmenting two bowls of the soup with a handful of raw almonds, I was (almost) full.
It's now 11: 30 p.m., though, and I'm kinda hungry.