Who says you can’t eat right while traveling?


A delicious, healthy lunch on the go!

I always feel less alone in the world, as I opt out of the “Standard American Diet” 95%+ of the time……when I hang out with people like Stasia, Jen, and Rachel. They are GSG readers and apprentice coaches.

This is me, having lunch with them downtown, while they were here from the East Coast. You can see my pint jar of green smoothie next to my salad.

Jen had her stick pack of chia seed that she sprinkled on her salad. Stasia had her baggy of sprouted, dehydrated flax crackers. And Rachel had a bag of Costco baby carrots, and baby bell peppers, that she whipped out to
augment our salads.

Robyn with Stasia, Jen and April

I love these ladies’ creativity! All of these are “tricks up my sleeve” that I employ, so that I can eat right when I’m traveling, too. Luckily, you can get a great salad almost anywhere. I have them put the dressing on the side,
I didn’t eat the bread thing that was on my salad, and I avoid GMO corn and soy products. You can even ask them for extra greens, or extra vegetables, or additional healthy items you see they use in other recipes. I do it all
the time.

Watching all three of these amazing, healthy women be creative when they travel is an inspiration! It really is possible. It takes a little planning ahead, is all. You know what to look for as the crux of the diet, and you scan the grocery stores and restaurants for these: living foods (sprouts), greens, vegetables, fruits, legumes, whole grains, nuts and seeds.


How to Eat Right While Traveling, part 1 of 3

road trip

This blog entry just introduces you to our driving trip, and part 2 and 3 give practical ideas about eating right on the road.

Last month I was on a road trip to Jackson, Yellowstone, and Sun Valley. It was my Western Party itinerary, designed by my lovely friend Bonnie Smith. I drove Ulf, Petra, and Freddy all around.

Ulf and Petra (the director and M.D. who run Paracelus al Ronc in Switzerland) grew up behind the Berlin Wall, and thus didn’t learn any English until they were in their 20’s. This was only their second time in the U.S., and their first time in the West.

love country musicBeing a Western-themed trip (we did a covered-wagon dinner with fiddle entertainment in Jackson), I played country music nonstop in the car. I told  Ulf I would stop only when he yelled out, “I LOVE COUNTRY MUSIC!” He finally broke on Day 3.

How do you explain lyrics like “Chew-tabbaco-chew-tabbaco-chew-tabbaco-SPIT!” (Blake Shelton’s Boys Round Here.)

Highlights of the tour included the very calm and staid Dr. Petra busting out in a rendition of the Rolling Stones’ I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.

Highlights included my trying to explain the slang and jokes I apparently use constantly. Like what having to “park in BFE” means—and how I talk around the middle word in that acronym–what “skinnydipping” is, what it means to be “on the edge of your seat” (my making a joke about waiting for Old Faithful to erupt).

old faithful
Old Faithful

Highlights included my daughter trying to jump across a stream to chase 2 bull moose with me, and sinking so deep in mud she lost her flipflop.

My daughter Emma is the only one of my children who came along on the trip. She and I have long-standing tension, all centering around one central question:


One day, Emma and I being so very similar, we will be best of friends. We have a blast together on trips. But she’s the kid I fight with. A number of things about me really tick her off on a regular basis. What I wear, what color my hair is.

Ulf’s birthday was coming up, and I promise him that on his 60th birthday in 4 years, I will find an American rock-star of his choice and get him/her to his party. He wants Mick Jagger. I shoot that down: “Not American.” He thinks, and thinks some more, and keeps coming up with more European singers.

Ulf wants Tina!
Ulf wants Tina!

I suggest Americans he just rejects. Bruce Springsteen. Bon Jovi. “The guy from U2?” he asks.

“Bono. Not American. Disqualify,” I reply.

He has clearly, however, continued stewing about it, and an hour later shouts:

“TINA TURNER! That’s who I want!”

She already lives in Switzerland, he said, so should be cheap for her to attend Ulf’s party.

Help me! I’ve gotten myself into a commitment that may be hard to pull off. I believe in 4 years Ms. Turner will be 75 years old.


Travel tipsMy next two blogs will be about my STRATEGIES for eating whole foods, while on the road, with a minimum of fuss. So that we come home without feeling run down and needing a vacation from the vacation!

Drinking and driving: ideas on traveling

We flew into Columbus, Ohio. We then drove through the beautiful foliage in Michigan, Canada, New York, Massachussetts, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia.

In each of 10 cities, we grabbed whatever was left of the gallons of green smoothie we served our audiences. After the lecture, we’d put them in the fridge in our hotel rooms. Sometimes just leave them in the car when we didn’t have a fridge in our hotel room. Or we fill a trash can with ice in the hotel room, and tossed the gallon in there.

(Other times when I travel, I take frozen pints of green smoothie, bagged and wrapped in my jeans, in my suitcase. Those will last a few days at the most, carefully managed, if you have a fridge where you’re going. Warning: defrosted green smoothies don’t have a good texture!)

Kristin snapped this photo of me “drinking and driving” in Michigan.

Green smoothies are just one way I keep my energy high on a trip. I saw a woman with a green smoothie in the New York City subway. She told me where she bought it, but I forgot. The point is, look around where you are, and you can find good stuff. (We went to Pure Food and Wine in New York City once, too, on this trip—my favorite raw restaurant on the planet.)

Kristin and I are constantly finding the closest Whole Foods Market on our travels. They virtually always have a great salad bar. We load up, and it is our ONE big meal, in a day, along with an herbal tea or kombucha, and a treat (made with no sugar, and only whole foods).

Then we find a Starbucks for the WiFi and find comfy chairs. I prop up my iPad, Kristin opens her laptop, and we work all day till our class starts. A guy walked past me, with my Whole Foods Market box-o-salad, which I confess cost me $13, and said, “We call that Whole Paycheck Market.”

Maybe. But I’m pretty sure his latte just set him back $4. And for what gain?

The rest of the day, on the run in our travels, we have green smoothies, flax crackers we brought from home, dried plums or apricots (favorites of mine). The point is, drive-thrus aren’t inevitable, even if they’ve been your “normal” up till now.

We also look for Sweet Tomatoes or Soup Plantation nearby. We pull up all the restaurants in the area on the Garmin GPS we travel with, and we scroll through them until we find a place with great vegetarian options, and good salads—salad bars being our favorite.

In my hometown of Springfield, Virginia, near our last lecture in the tour, I went to find the house I grew up in, and took this picture. The lovely woman who has owned the home for 20 years asked me if I wanted a tour and of course I said yes.

What a flood of memories to walk through the home I spent many years of my life in. The spot in the basement I’d make out with my boyfriend after my parents went to sleep. The forest behind the house where I’d run to escape my six brothers. The tiny bedroom where I did countless hours of homework.

And just a few miles away is a 25-year old Whole Foods Market with a teeny little salad bar. In high school, I bought nachos at the 7-11 across the street, instead. (It’s still there, too.) Now, I am smarter. I make better choices. I think about the future and the things I want to accomplish and which fuels will send me the right direction.



Idaho Falls, traveling and eating right, part 2

I love my five-mile run on the Snake River in Idaho Falls. It’s quirky. Thousands of geese of all ages, everywhere, and apparently it’s illegal to scare or chase them, Tennyson was informed. A shrine to a 16-year old girl who died three years ago. Man-made waterfalls. Saturday flea markets with people selling really weird stuff like homemade dog food.

I’ve run many times in so many places—the streets of downtown Paris, along many stretches of California and Hawaii and Florida beaches, through packs of dogs in Urubamba, Peru, last weekend along Lake Michigan. But truly the Snake is one of my all-time favorites.

When I travel, I take more stuff if it’s a road trip, and less if it’s on a plane. Lately on planes, I’ve been taking frozen pints of green smoothies and vegetable juices, packed in double Ziploc bags, and rolled up in jeans in the middle of my suitcase. It makes it to the hotel fridge before it thaws.

Here’s my road trip list, which caused us to never purchase food from a gas station, and never set foot in the hotel “Continental” breakfast. (Thank you to GSG readers who manage Le Ritz—beautiful suite overlooking the river, great value, we always stay there!)

(We did eat salads for lunch and dinner at a couple of restaurants, and once we splurged on spinach/artichoke dip and chips—I’m not promoting it, I’m just being truthful here.) So here’s what was in the cooler:

—Cooler with quarts (me) and pints (Tennyson) of green smoothie, and veggie juice from my Norwalk (beets, cukes, celery, greens, carrots)

—Gallon Ziploc bag of granola, with a pint of soaked/drained raw sunflower seeds, to add to the granola. With cups and spoons and a box of organic rice milk from Kirkland (Costco)

—a big tub of cut-up watermelon for the drive

—whole-grain crackers from Good Earth that Tennyson likes

—some maltitol-sweetened chocolate that I like (which won’t cause me to have to pay Matthew $10,000)

—apples, baggies of celery sticks, baggies of baby carrots


—dried fruit

—a cooler of alkaline water

—Ormus Greens and a shaker cup (I drink a pint of water, with greens in it, when I wake up)

Tennyson and I eat at Subway a lot when we travel. Whole-wheat bread, veggie sandwich (push them to put more, more, more spinach, bell peppers, onions, tomatoes, sprouts, and cucumbers, till it’s a big fat sandwich!), no condiments except brown mustard. We both eat a 12″ sandwich! Remember Colin Campbell, PhD from Cornell discovered, to his shock, published in The China Study, that those who eat 95% plants can eat 200 calories a day more than meat-eaters, and stay lean!

In Idaho Falls, after teaching a class where people bemoaned that they have no health food store, I found Scoresby Farm’s Market, with two locations. I bought a flat of strawberries, bags of cherries, pints of blueberries to add to our granola every morning, and a watermelon.

I had them wash all the fruit for me. Unfortunately they wouldn’t cut the watermelon because the law now requires them to ACID WASH knives and cutting boards with only certified acid wash, to cut melons. I guess there was some problem with melons recently, so as with so many other food issues, our government decides to overreact with chemicals and processes that take the life from our food. (Like pasteurizing all of California’s almonds and the federal government’s goals to irradiate much of our produce.) I ended up bringing the uncut watermelon home.

I took the flat of strawberries into the dugout and the whole team ate it. It’s the first whole food I’ve ever seen in a dugout, in 14 years of being a baseball mom. Except for what my boys are eating, of course, or what I occasionally send in there for everybody. Whatever Tennyson is eating is ALWAYS a big curiosity. Usually what you see is nachos, hot dogs, sodas, Gatorade, burgers, and candy. At the end of the game, with all the strawberry tops on the ground, it looked like somebody bled to death in there.

Scoresby Farm’s Market isn’t a health food store, at all. But there’s lots of produce, much of it locally grown, and I asked the manager,

“I’m an health activist from out of town. I spoke to 250 people last night in Idaho Falls, who say there are few options to get nutrient dense food around here. Would you be responsive to my readers asking you to find things for them and stock them? Like young Thai coconuts, for example? If I wrote about you on my blog?”

“Sure,” she said. “In fact, that’s how we ended up with the kale in here that you just noticed—our customers asked for it.”

Go, GSG readers! I have a feeling you had a hand in that. Muah! I love you! Bunches of kale are only $0.69 there!

I asked about organics, and the manager was able to tell me which produce was unsprayed (not organic certified) and “minimally sprayed.”

I hope that helps. Check out Scoresby’s, my I.F. friends!

Sugar-Free Baseball, Part I

Tennyson has a nickname on his team. In the dugout, when he’s up to bat, they chant,

“Sugar-free! Sugar-free! Sugar-free!”

When he gets on base, they yell, “Sweeeeeet!”

I love the nickname, of course, and Tennyson embraces it. I like to yell dumb stuff like, “That was a sugar-free hit, kid!”

It’s pretty easy to make a dugout of 11-year olds laugh. (Remember Tennyson’s joke last summer, when I’d buy him Naked juice at the Good Earth? “Hey guys, my mom got Naked!”)

But my 18-y.o. Kincade, at last night’s game, said, “Never say that again, Mom.”

We’re just back from Tennyson’s team’s tournament in Idaho Falls, where they were one run short of landing in the championship. They won three games, and were up 11-1 in the fourth, when the other team made a massive rally and TIED at 12-12! (My son was the pitcher as his team fell apart, behind him, committing errors upon errors in one horrible inning.)

Lately my boys come SO close to glory, only to be robbed at the 11th hour. Tennyson sobbed all night.

I had a long convo with a dad on the team, a high school football coach, the next day when he saw Tennyson crying into my shoulder (again). He told me that’s where we learn the most, when we kill ourselves trying, but fail. So I should stop mourning things like my oldest son’s state championship loss….at the bottom of the third overtime inning, at 10:30 p.m., after five long days and 8 games of baseball. It’s the crucible of life. We learn more from loss than success.

What a great way to see it. I’m going to embrace it.

So after the game in Idaho Falls, one parent polled everybody about where we wanted to eat. I said, “Just anything where they have salads, not fast food.” Well, the decision was to go to Five Guys for burgers and fries, and they told us Café Rio was next door. Works for me!

Tennyson and I got our vegetarian salad—whole wheat tortilla, double black beans and no rice, extra greens and pico de gallo, no chips, dressing on the side. We brought it over to sit with the team in the burger joint.

The entire rest of the team, and their families, ate burgers. It’s good for me, to be around what most people eat every day, which I now find truly revolting. It reminds me to be grateful for the education I have that makes eating that stuff completely impossible now. Coagulating lard on black patties of dead cows, white flour buns, deep fried, salted sticks of fat- and chemical-soaked potato. None of it looks appealing.

I worked at McDonald’s when I was 16…..the french fries’ ingredient list was a paragraph long, with about 18 ingredients I couldn’t pronounce. Yucky. I haven’t eaten a McD’s french fry since.

Some of the parents told me they were going to take a photo of us in that place, post it on the internet, and blackmail me. Just in case, I took this photo with my cell phone of Tennyson’s Café Rio salad, and my quart of green smoothie, on the table with all the other boys’ dinners.

Our dinner wasn’t a dreary alternative to the good stuff. We LOVED our dinner. YUMMY. Zero deprivation. We went back and had the same thing the next night, at Tennyson’s request.

My next post will take you through what we took, what we ate, on our trip. Just because I haven’t done one of those posts for a while, and it’s a very common request. (“What do you eat in a day?” Also, “What do you do when you travel?”)

As we were eating dinner, one of the boys yelled,

“Hey Tennyson! In twenty years, we’ll all be FAT, and you’ll still be playing baseball!”

Out of the mouths of babes.

Patty from Puyallup gets Creative on a Cruise!

You know I love creative ideas that help us eat right, even in social settings and on vacation. Gotta share this, sent by Patty in Puyallup, WA!

Once two women came up to me at the carwash and told me that one of them had more money, and the other had more time. So the one with $$ paid for the ingredients, and the one with time made the smoothies. A match made in heaven!

Other readers start green smoothie clubs, or salad clubs, at work—and everybody gets healthier for very little financial or time investment. Everyone brings an ingredient, or everyone takes a day blending, and the whole office benefits. And there’s just one BlendTec or Vitamix to buy.

Well, Patty went on a cruise to Bermuda, reluctantly leaving her blender behind. She told the kitchen staff she wanted a green smoothie and was delighted when the dining room staff accommodated her. There was a little learning curve, Patty reports, but after a couple tries they got the hang of it. The drink server even became a convert and starting making himself green smoothies daily!

Even on vacation, we can enjoy health and energy. Then we enjoy our vacation instead of slipping into a junk-food coma.

Here’s a photo of Patty enjoying her greens, on board the Blu dining room on Celebrity’s ship the Summit. As she puts it, “The word continues to spread!”

Photo of Patty

Are you fixing the plumbing in your cottage? or building a mansion? part 1 of 2

My high-school junior son’s photo is on the front page of Sports, rubbing the snow of the baseball before he pitches it on Tuesday. Brrr! And then the next day, I’m skiing in a t-shirt at Sundance. Gotta love Spring in Utah!

I was in warmer St. George last week with a lot of downtime, watching my younger son play baseball.

(Tips for traveling there? Café Rio, this is what I always order. Vegetarian salad, all beans/no rice, no fried tortillas chip-strips, whole-wheat tortilla, extra romaine. And Dixie Nutrition’s frozen yogurt with no sugar, one flavor has just stevia, $0.99 for a small.)

Some GSG readers were in the baseball stands in St. George. They talked to me through my son’s last two games–except the times I’d leap out of the stands as my son (shameless bragging alert):

–bottom of the last inning with two outs, score tied, got trapped in a pickle between 3rd and home but beat it (that’s where the catcher and 3rd baseman have the runner in between them trying to get back to either base), and then:

–slid face-first into home plate, beating the tag with a “SAFE!” call from the ump only after the dust cleared, with the other team’s coaches and parents screaming, “OUT!” — to score the winning run, 11-10.

One of the GSG readers is in her 70’s and pointed sadly at her adult son, who had just shown up, Coke in hand. She said, wistfully, “I wish I had an influence on that. I just don’t.” She’s already lost one of her 9 children to colon cancer.

Young moms, you have all the power in the world. Ghandi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” Your children are all yours, right now. They won’t be forever. Eventually the larger culture starts to own them. So walk the talk now–they will respect you for it always, even if they have occasional tantrums.

So with more free time than usual, I had some long convos with friends I’ve been neglecting and needed to catch up with. My friend Jennie, as I was driving home for 4 hours, reminded me in a long philosophical chat, about this quote I’d forgotten about, from C.S. Lewis in his book Mere Christianity:

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of–throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

Jennie and I had been talking about two subjects, switching back and forth. One was religion, and the other was nutrition. Comparing C.S. Lewis’ comment to religion, she said this to me:

“Robyn, you take for granted all your knowledge about nutrition. You sent me to Dr. Rodier, and I did this cleanse, and I had no idea what to eat, for so long. I still don’t. I obsessively read labels. You might roll your eyes, but that’s because two months ago I was that girl you blogged about once who asked if fresh fruit is as good for you as canned fruit. The one who thinks there has to be Jell-O at every meal, because that’s what my mom did.

“I’m still celebrating that I ate whole-corn tortilla chips with my lunch, because it’s better than the Doritos I ate before. And that won’t make any sense to you. But you have to know where I’ve come from to celebrate where I am.”

I’ve been thinking of Jennie’s words for days. She’s so right. I have become aware over and over, recently, that many of us start from a very low point, knowledge-wise, regarding nutrition.

More tomorrow….

Teaching and Traveling in VEGAS!

I loved meeting y’all in Las Vegas at Go Raw Café! Thanks, Lu, for hosting–I love what you’re doing to provide raw food to my friends in Nevada.  Love love love Daryl, doing a demo with me below, who rules the Raw Food Meetup that is 600 strong. Also, thank you to three groups who came from California or several hours south–I’m amazed! Check out one of the winners at the class, below, who was pretty stoked. I always give away my favorite stuff.

Another photo below is of 10-year old Ivy, who gobbled up an entire tray of kale and collards without a word of complaint. You didn’t see her green teeth, but I did because I was standing right next to her. My point is always this: go ahead and eat a bigger platter of greens every day, but if you’re not doing that, consider a 10-minute habit that puts ALL that in you, with minimal effort, with cell walls broken down so nutrition is immediately and completely accessible–and no gagging!

After the class, my girlfriends and I were hosted by a friend of ours at Caesar’s Palace penthouse. (See photo below of an interview I did in the suite.) In addition to comp’ed LaReve and Garth Brooks tickets, President Obama checked in on Friday and stayed in our tower. We had to show ID just to get on elevators. Secret Service everywhere.

So guess who was at the hotel gym with us Saturday morning? On the treadmill and elliptical right there next to us, chatting about Utah and skiing and stuff. Yep, the leader of the free world himself.

(I was bold enough to talk to him and shake his hand, not bold enough to ask for a photo. My customer support lead, Jenni, said, “Did you give him your card and tell him you love Michelle’s initiative?” I’m sorry to say I was too awestruck to think that clearly.) We had to be frisked and allow our cell phones to be examined, to get into the gym–he was there first.

A couple of quotes from the trip by Kristi, the alpha female in our group of friends:

1.           “Robyn, we are not ordering EVERYTHING healthy, okay?!” (I suggested “sides” at Joe’s to share, family style. I got an order in for broccoli, then asparagus–and then I pushed my luck suggesting grilled tomatoes. Can you say SHUT DOWN?)

2.           [ordering for all of us, at Earl of Sandwich]: “She’s having the Veggie. Veggie what? Um, just Veggie whatever you got.”

I took my cooler full of pints of frozen green smoothies for breakfast every morning. I’m not saying I’m perfect when I travel, because sometimes what I eat isn’t my first priority–sometimes not annoying my friends is. But I do pretty well: vacation isn’t fun if I don’t feel well because I abandon nutrition. So here’s another little reminder that you CAN eat healthfully while traveling. My favorite travel tip: first thing when you wake up, have some Superfood Greens in a blender bottle, shaken in water.

Happy Meals: how happy ARE they?

Both my daughters are playing AAA (state-level) soccer this year, and I’ve driven 45 minutes north of home 4 times in the past 24 hours, for a tournament they’re both playing in.   Today as we watched a game, a team mom I’ve been friends with for many years walked up and started unloading a Wendy’s bag.

I laughed in delight seeing these tiny little cups of milkshakes, about as tall as an adult finger.   All her children and nieces she’d brought with her started to eat the tiny milkshakes.   Not   yet realizing my huge faux pas, I said, “How cute! I didn’t know they made milkshakes so tiny!”

The mothers probably thought they were being subtle.   They looked at each other, kinda smirking.   They were probably hoping I didn’t notice the unmistakable message in the glance they shot at each other.   The glance said: “IS SHE FOR REAL?!”

(Reminds me of when, years ago, I went to Super Saturday, a crafting event put on by my church.   I’d never been before, since I don’t “do” crafts.   I was walking around chatting, and I saw this basket of waxy-looking cylindrical-shaped things and said, “Weird! What are those clear crayons for?!”   I saw that SAME LOOK on the women’s faces, and one of them said, slowly, as if speaking to a very young child, “Robyn, those are GLUE STICKS.”   Right.   For the glue gun.   Something every person with an X chromosome knows.   Except me.)

Back to the story of the very tiny milkshakes. Melissa said (other mothers listening, highly entertained), “Uh, Robyn, these come with kids’ meals.”

I realized that I’d accidentally exposed my family’s ugly little secret: my kids have never eaten a fast-food kids’ meal.   Ever.   No Happy Meal.

Can you be a happy kid, without a Happy Meal?

This is my question for you today.   It’s deep, I know.

I didn’t even realize that my kids were kinda-sorta un-American until I heard the explosive reaction from my 15-year old son’s friends last year as he told them, “I’ve never eaten at McDonald’s.”   They refused to believe him.   I’ve written before on this blog that I’m highly offended at that allegation, since I’ve taken my kids to McDonald’s plenty of times!   (They have the cleanest bathrooms, when you’re on a road trip.)

I’m not saying this to brag or be elitist or separatist.   I’m just saying that if you NEVER GO to a fast-food restaurant to buy a lot of sugar and trans fats and other garbage to spike the kids’ blood sugar and insulin and clog their arteries . . . well, then you never get addicted to that convenience.   It can be done.   Honestly, I’ve just never THOUGHT to buy a Happy Meal.

It’s not that I’ve never failed to plan and been out and had to pinch hit.   It’s just that there really are better options.   Subway, with a veggie sandwich on wheat, for instance (get them to really load it up with extra bell peppers, tomatoes, and cucumbers).   I’m sure you have other ideas for when you’re out and about, or you could come up with them if you quit considering “Happy Meals” as an option.

I think my next book is going to be 101 Ideas for Eating Healthy While Traveling.   (I know, it’s not grammatically perfect–Healthy is an adjective and I need an adverb, but Healthily is so awkward. Help me with a better title.)

Anyway, please share with mothers of babies that if you never go the first time, you won’t get addicted to drive-thru convenience.

healthy options eating out

Dear GreenSmoothieGirl: I know you make a green smoothie and take it to work in a quart jar.   But what about when you get up late, don’t have time, and you’re out in town and STARVING?   What do you eat?


Answer:   Here, locally (Utah County), my favorite thing to do is go to New York Burrito at about 1600 N. State, Orem.   Get a vegetarian wrap on a whole-wheat tortilla.   Skip the white rice (they don’t have brown rice, but mention that you hope they start using it).   Instead, get lots of black beans.   (They don’t salt their black beans.)   Then ask for TONS of extra romaine and tomatoes, and have some onions (and guacamole and salsa) for plenty of RAW.   You’re out the door for under $5 and 5 minutes, with a whole-food lunch that tastes great–and New York Burrito doesn’t even cater to the health conscious.


You can look around for healthy options like this and know where to head on a day you’re crazy-busy.   If you’re in Springville, anything you get at Ginger’s is really tasty and also raw and really nutritious.  


If I’m in a sit-down restaurant with friends, I try to avoid Mexican and Chinese, because they rarely have a lot of raw ingredients.   And I mostly stick to salads.   Ask for special things in it–like, skip the chicken, please, and give me extra spring greens and lentils instead, or whatever.


At Pizza Factory, I get pasta and veggies–only the pasta I order is actually the steamed yellow squash noodles (this dish is fantastic with any sauce).   And instead of going to the salad bar where the lettuce is iceberg, I ask them to bring me a plate of romaine and build my salad from there.   (Iceberg lettuce is nutritionally pointless; darker greens are so much better for you.   Every time I do this in a restaurant, everyone else at the table does it, too.)


Any tips you have for each other would be appreciated.