Day 18--IKEA food? Nahh.. I've got my greens.

This has been a tough day. In talking with Brandon recently, we decided that we wanted to make a trip out to IKEA. I needed to buy a bookcase for work that actually fit my standards, and I knew that IKEA would have what I wanted. We had been planning this trip for about a week. I knew this would be a bit problematic for me, but the day went pretty well.

MORNING
I ate my regular fruit bowl and enjoyed it, naturally. I put it off until a little later in the morning to give me the ability to eat lunch a little later and not be starving.

LUNCH
I had to pack my lunch and bring it with me to IKEA. I packed my Vera Bradley bag and stuffed it with my lunchbag, a half gallon of water, and my supplements. Try lugging that around the building.

Meal 52 of 63:

jicama, cucumber, and tomato on spinach greens

I will say it was challenging to watch Brandon and my friend Michele eat the IKEA food, but I enjoyed eating my salad. Michele keeps making comments like, "I don't know how you're eating like a rabbit and surviving." The funny thing is although I know I'm only eating fruit and vegetables, I don't feel like I'm eating like a rabbit. I feel satisfied. I feel good. I have a great amount of energy.

And let me just say that I love jicama (pronounced hic-ama).

Because I ate lunch so late, I didn't even get to drink my Alkalinize until about 4:00 after we got back from IKEA. I threw me off for an entire hour.

DINNER
On our way home, we stopped by the market to find fennel for dinner, but we had no luck. Instead, we substituted a bit.

Meal 53 of 63:

roasted fennel baked sweet potato 

lemony broccoli and asparagus

I can't get enough of it. So yummy.

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This day has been tough. We ended up putting our 18 year old cat down today. It was really difficult for mom and Stephanie. Stephanie has such a sweet soul, and she can be emotionally affected by anything and everything. Stephanie loves everyone and everything. Death isn't easy for her to process which is understandable because she was only 8 when our father passed away. I've seen Sashie fading away for a couple months, but her condition worsened significantly within the last week or so. I've had the time to process Sashie leaving us, so Saturday wasn't so challenging for me to go through. It was extremely difficult to watch Sashie try and walk or even simply lay down. I spent my morning today helping her eat and drink. she drank her water, but she couldn't even hold herself up. She was no longer eating her food, but she chose to simply lick it. She always loved going outside, so we had her stay outside this morning as long as possible. She was ready to give up--laying beneath the stairs, hiding underneath the fireplace...She was ready to go. It has just been an extremely difficult day. Goodbye, Sashie girl.

Here's to tomorrow.