No, Raw Cookies Don’t Just Mean Cookie Dough


I’ve briefly mentioned a few times about a physician and author named Dr. Joel Fuhrman.  I’ve read a few of his books now, and have found that his methods and writings really speak to me and make sense.  If you’re even a little interested, check out Eat to Live or Eat for Health.  I did one on my Kindle and one as an audiobook, and I’ve been slowly incorporating some of his philosophies in my life.

As it happens, Carrie over on carrieonvegan has organized a healthy vegan challenge, which is 8 weeks of eating by these particular philosophies.  I thought it was a great idea, so I signed up and it began yesterday!

I had some warm lemon water when I woke up (no java).  I made a green juice, but had to pack it up and take it with me.  I enjoyed it during my first morning meeting where again – I get snarky or questioning comments.

Romaine, lemon, celery, apple, ginger.
Romaine, lemon, celery, apple, ginger.

I also packed up a big green smoothie into two thermos.  I had one as a mid morning snack, and one around 840 pm.

Lunch was the rest of that kale salad I made on Sunday (which is just yummy), and I snacked throughout the day on blueberries, strawberries, banana, and raw chocolate cookies (yes, they’re amazing – dates, coconut, cocoa powder, and sesame seeds….).  They were a big topic of conversation in meetings, when they read they were raw cookies, assuming it was just chunks of cookie dough!  Everyone ate some though, and they all liked them.  Hippie Food Converts!

a kale BAS
a kale BAS
these cookies are brilliant.  all raw and natural ingredients, but a big taste of chocolate in a crunchy cracker/cookie thing.
these cookies are brilliant. all raw and natural ingredients, but a big taste of chocolate in a crunchy cracker/cookie thing.

I wasn’t home for dinner, so I had a banana and the rest of my green smoothie.  I honestly would have preferred a BAS or maybe a light soup, but it was way too late when I got home to make anything, so I had some herbal tea and hit the hay.


I’ve been working on being consistent in my yoga practice.  I’ve done well for the most part, often doing either an online video, DVD, or guided podcast at home.  But that said, there’s something totally different about going to a class and having someone else teach!  I also like hot yoga, and as much as I love doing yoga at home, if I cranked the heat to 105 degrees and pumped up the humidifiers, I think my family would kill me.

D has been encouraging me to make time to hit up the studio if that’s what I want, so (despite just really wanting to come home after an already 11 hour day) I went to a 730 hot yoga class.  I am SO glad I did.  It really was the best hour of my day, and I completely enjoyed the class.  It was challenging (as always – anyone who thinks yoga is easy has clearly never tried it), and I was a de-stressed and content ball of sweat when I was done.  Yay yoga!


No complaints about yesterday really.  I was up early (my new early anyway, as I try to make way to becoming a more productive morning person).  After making breakfast and packed a lunch for R, I made all my stuff and packed a big back of food for the day.  Plus a workout bag.  And my briefcase.  So when I finally left at 715 yesterday morning, it looked like I was moving out!

Meetings all day and into the evening.  Nothing new there either – I’m leaving town on Friday morning, so I need to get about 2 weeks worth of work done in my 4 working days this week.  I can’t complain though, because I love what I do.

After the last of my evening was over at 7pm, I booked it over to yoga, came home, hung out with everyone for a bit, then went to bed around 11.  All in all, it was a really great Monday.  Not often I can say that!

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I am a 45 yo busy career single mom and doctoral student attempting to find her inner athlete, be a gluten-free(ish) vegan, and find a way to balance it all without going crazy! I love to cook, read, run, box, do yoga, dance, travel, and learn as many new things as I can - which often gets me in trouble.... I am passionate about life in general, and if I didn't write about it, I'd probably implode.

2 thoughts on “No, Raw Cookies Don’t Just Mean Cookie Dough

    1. I started with the light & warm classes before graduating to hot. I do love it most of the time, though there are days I wish we had studios around here that weren’t just hot places!

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