Expectations

Honestly, it’s been frustrating and embarrassing to be chunky on a raw food diet. I got the glow, but where’s the bod? I lost a few pounds in the beginning, but have fought fat ever since.

Every raw foodist I meet seems slender and balanced. When is it my turn? I’ve gotten advice: Less fruit, avoid dry fruit, do more colemas, eat less fat, eat smaller meals, don’t snack, drink more water, don’t use salt, your body will equalize after a few years, don’t eat after dark, exercise 3x a week!

What the hell? More rules? Sounds similar to the rigamaroll I had to abide by on my cooked food regime. Even though they advised me, those celery stalk gorgeous raw foodies reported a phenomenol carte blanche – they could eat as they wanted and still maintain their ideal weight. Energy levels would suffer if their taste was rich, but the weight was rarely affected.

After 3 1/2 years, I have surrendered. Raw Food does NOT equal Skinny – at least not for me.

This realization is actually a huge relief.  I am unique!  My body has its own rules and conditions it desires to thrive.  With this acceptance of myself, I can stop feeling flawed.  I can be body led, mindful of what I eat, and not think I am impervious to calories and fat.  I can admit I am human and do indeed benefit from regular exercise.

To date, I have never had more fun with raw foods, exercise, or my beautiful bod.

It is this realization that inspired my 92 day juice feast.  The ceremony for a new relationship with food and myself.