Day Nineteen

I've started to wonder what I will do when the experiment ends. Should I return to the bleak world of cooked food--a living-food suicide? Or should I keep going down this raw path? This morning, I felt amazing. I woke up around 4:45AM, fifteen minutes before my alarm. I worked out, took a shower and--much to my husband's annoyance--crowed about how fantastic I felt. Is this actually me, or have the raw food gods replaced my cynical spirit with some kind of herbivorous Pollyanna?