Healing Through Raw Foods

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I don’t yet, but I will soon start sounding like a broken record. And some of you might think, well just do it then already. If that’s you, or will become you, then please unsubscribe, click off, and block me—just kidding, the last one is not an option on WordPress yet, haha.

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I am drinking a green smoothie instead of a wrap I brought home from a birthday party last night (too much really yummy but not so healthy food was catered and the hosts were gracious enough to let us pack some to take home). The wrap was my lunch plan. But I am drinking the smoothie instead because I feel an inkling a calling to give raw foods a real try, to let raw foods heal my mind, my body and my soul.

I have had this inkling for nearly a decade and like so many other inklings I haven’t taken it seriously. But why not? I am worth the little bit of struggle increasing the amount of raw foods in my diet entails. I am worth the five minutes it takes to wash the juicer, to prep the smoothie ingredients, to water seeds for sprouts, etc. I am worth it. It’s just a decision… Partly because in the last month I have found my faith again and I know that it’s my divine birthright to be worth it and partly because I have waited much longer than a decade for the day I would become worth it and it hasn’t happened. I still often fall into the ever-tempting thoughts telling me I am not worth it; the same ones on repeat for a very long time.

So I am claiming my worth instead of waiting, and my weapon of choice? A green smoothie. A green smoothie with bananas, 30+ grams of complementary proteins (non-gmo pea and organic hemp from Bulk Barn) and baby spinach and a little maca powder. It is so glorious.

I want to really give raw foods a shot. Not 100%, not in a an extreme way, but I’d like a major percentage of my foods to be all raw, and always healthy even when not raw. I cannot recall a time in my life when I was either fed or then chose to eat a proper, healthy diet. My diet lacked in essential nutrients and fibre as a child, enough to cause me health issues, and later when I took the reins in adulthood, I didn’t make improvements. I think it’s easier to tell ourselves that things are okay as they are.

So I guess my calling to healthy food is in part a prayer to give back everything I took and was taken through years of physiological neglect through improper diet, a bout of bulimia, improper exercise, and alcohol and RX abuse.

I feel vulnerable sharing this… But at the same time, I think we need a lot more “sharing” in this world, just fewer lies and pretences. I think we don’t share nearly enough.

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