Habit Forming

Somewhere (Elle?  Vogue?) I read that it takes three weeks to form a habit.  I’m now two weeks into my obnoxiously healthy routine.  While I’m less than pure (what else do you do with leftover ganache except make truffles?  And are you really supposed to make truffles, but not eat them?), habit seems to be creeping in.  Yesterday, I had a salad at lunch.

“Wow,” said my lunch mate.  “You’re being really good about the raw thing.”

Thing is–I hadn’t even thought about the salad being raw.  I was sort of avoiding the bread and that was about it.

Then I went to the supermarket to figure out dinner tonight and somehow found myself buying barley, whole-wheat pasta and wheat berries.  And somehow I ended up with mushrooms in the spaghetti.  And I’m now sprouting the wheat berries because, well, they were cheaper than spelt and I wasn’t sprouting anything . . .

I’m even thinking of dehydrating some more of that weird raw bread.  It’s sort of like eating granola.

But I’m still never making raw garbanzo hummus ever again.