I've been out on tour, performing house concerts and visiting family and friends! What a wonderful time we're having!
We're still a ways from home, with one more show before we land, then 4 days of work, then back out on the road for a couple radio interviews and a concert 10 hours away. After going over 3,000 kms, this seems like a picnic.
It just goes to show you that wherever you go, there ya are. And that just like at home, where your kitchen is, if you bring your kitchen on the road, you're still subject to the same, if not more, pitfalls and awfuckits. I get a wicked case of that on the road. One year, if you read the archives of this blog from 2007, we did the trip without stepping foot into a diner and lived high raw and lost weight and shone and glowed and all the rest of it. It's been my brass ring ever since.
Alas, not this tour. At least, not after a week or so. I forgive myself. Anyway, that's me, in the first week, rinsing out sunflower soaks to make nori rolls at a campsite. And above, a raw snack I made us for highway noshin'.
All of it stirred up all kinds of emotions and with it, came all kinds of noshing. On all the worse offenders. To say I haven't enjoyed my complete lapse would be a lie. But I'm now starting to waddle and my jeans are tight and I look like hell. Steve says I don't but I see inflammation in my face. Why, People, why?? Will I ever be Rawkin' again?? On a regular or better yet, permanent, basis?
I'm going to find some books on emotional eating. Any recommendations?