Whatever Some People might think, Iím not struggling with the new diet. I havenít had meat or dairy for ten days now, and Iím feeling good about it in every way I know how to feel good. Iím getting all the nutrients I need, I can promise the doubters (and they know who they are) of that fact.
Plus, even though Iím spending a lot (a whole lot) of extra time in the kitchen, chopping and measuring and stirring, Iím not tired of that part of the deal yet. The extra time washing and wiping isnít quite as much fun, but Iím still happy to do it.
My problem is still trying to figure out what to buy, how much, and whether I already have it or not. When I think I do, I probably donít. When I think I donít, Iíll end up with twice as much as I need, at least. I carry these long, detailed lists through three grocery stores a week, and I still canít get a handle on the shopping thing.
Tonight I was all set to start working on a new dish with ginger and bok choy and— well, it doesnít really matter what else was going to be in it, because when I reached for the corn starch, there wasnít any. I was so sure I had it, I didnít even put it on the list I took with me yesterday. But you can bet itíll be on the list I take tomorrow.