Lettuce, cucumbers, sprouts ... and a pot roast

After losing 12 1/2 pounds (YAY!!) and appearing "bright-eyed and bushy-pony-tailed (according to my daughter, who I trust), on day 20 I hit a wall. I was cold all the time (this in the deep south with the thermometer reading 87 degrees). I was sleepy. What was going on?! Finally, I decided -- I wanted meat. I needed meat. I had to have it! I ate some chicken in a salad my daughter bought me. Hmmm. Felt pretty good. That evening I went to a fund raiser with my husband. Beef was on the menu. I mean a big ol' slab of beef. I ate the table salad. Iceburg with a tomato wedge and 3 croutons. I drank some ice water. Finally, I just ate the meat. All of the meat. It tasted great. It felt great. I felt great! What was that about? So -- the next day, I ate chicken in my salad again. Felt fine. Hey! Maybe this is the way to go! So the NEXT day, I ate an omelet, fried potatos and scones at a brunch. By lunch I felt like crap. Longing for the halcyon days of raw. For the energy pre-hitting-the-wall. What had happened?! Well, my blood pressure took a plunge. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I wasn't drinking enough fluid. For some reason the animal protien brought it back up to a normal level. I generally have a sub-"normal" blood pressure, so I can't handle dips well. This may mean that I have to more carefully monitor my food and fluid intake. After several days on raw I had the tendency to eat and drink less and less, as my appetite adapted. This may have led to my crash on the 20th day. Back on raw again, I plan to eat at scheduled times, regardless of my awareness or lack of awareness of hunger, and to drink more water. I also realize that this isn't a contest between GOOD and EVIL foods. There is no final exam. I'm not BAD when I eat certain foods and GOOD when I eat others. It's just me and this body and this life, moving along and feeling what feels good and works well. I want to feel good. My body let's me know when I'm on the right track. Today it wants all raw. It wants to dance. It wants to work out at the gym. It wants to stretch. I'll trust my body.