Monday, September 20, 2010
Energy
As I sit here I pray
Please Great Spirit Please help me
I just need to get into the shower and go to the store
Please Please give me some juice/energy, enough to go on
I had been Raw for 2-3 days, and 2-3 days before that and a few days before that.
When I stray, it's because I already have it in the house.
Since I am financially challenged, i seriously can't afford to waste anything!
So after about a week of gluten free, I made a pizza from scratch from stuff laying around.
It was 1/2 sized, and normally I would have eaten it all but last night I could only eat half.
I am miserable today, so I tried a left-over piece. I couldn't finish it.
Now I am truly miserable. Oh god, I HAVE to go to the store! I need a shower before that.
Please Great Spirit Please help me
I just need to get into the shower and go to the store
Please Please give me some juice/energy, enough to go on
I had been Raw for 2-3 days, and 2-3 days before that and a few days before that.
When I stray, it's because I already have it in the house.
Since I am financially challenged, i seriously can't afford to waste anything!
So after about a week of gluten free, I made a pizza from scratch from stuff laying around.
It was 1/2 sized, and normally I would have eaten it all but last night I could only eat half.
I am miserable today, so I tried a left-over piece. I couldn't finish it.
Now I am truly miserable. Oh god, I HAVE to go to the store! I need a shower before that.
Starting Over, and over, and over
A few weeks ago, I came across a video by David Wolfe, 'Avocado', Chocolate King and Raw Food Guru. I was impressed. Not only is David H-O-T, I loved what he had too say and how he said it. This led me on a frenzy of video downloading, and I think I have watched about 35 or 40 Raw Food videos, to date.
It makes sense. I have been decompressing and degenerating for a few years and I am just sick of being sick, in pain and miserable. But I had no idea what being a Raw Foodie entailed. I educated myself within my ability and means.
I am so inspired.
I am going NAKED RAW
It makes sense. I have been decompressing and degenerating for a few years and I am just sick of being sick, in pain and miserable. But I had no idea what being a Raw Foodie entailed. I educated myself within my ability and means.
I am so inspired.
I am going NAKED RAW
Apple Shortbread Cookies
1.5 - 2 Cups Almond Pulp (leftover from making Almond Milk)
1/2 Cup soaked flax meal (measured dry)
1 tsp. molasses
1-2 Tbsp. honey
1 grated apple
Mix and drop on dehydrator, dry per instructions, till crispy and light.
These are awesome. Picture is my first-ever experimental batch.
In The Beginning
We are all born Naked. Every one of us.
And we start out life eating Raw Foods!
At least I was. My mom breast fed.
Theoretically, that means my GI tract was inoculated with good bacteria.
But what if my mom was sick and didn't know?
What if she had a gene - passed down to me, that meant we would struggle with food?
I fear this is the case.
I don't know.
All I know is that my entire life has revolved around pain, managing pain, avoiding pain, alleviating pain.
It started when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was taking piano lessons. When I would try to practice, my hands would start to ache, my right shoulder would get sore and I would get shooting pains (Zingers) up the right side of my neck into my head. They scared me - those zingers, they were nothing like I have ever heard of. My hands, arms and shoulder would lock-up and stiffen. I could not splay my fingers to achieve a good piano spread. I quit Piano lessons around age 14 because I just couldn't handle the pain any more, and took up voice lessons for a while.
Around age 14, I had extremely painful knees. When I got to the Doctor, he took blood and sent me home with a Dx (diagnosis) of 'Growing Pains'. My blood came back elevated WBC but he said I probably was getting a cold.
At age 17, I was a Arizona State University and had a crisis - my appendix burst. This is a long sad story that I will maybe tell elsewhere, but suffice it to say that the Doctors who operated on me determined that my appendix had been exploded for around 2 years prior determined by the scar tissue they found in my abdomen and the lesions and adhesions in the small bowel. I was guided by a friend to ease my recovery with what was called a High Colonic, or now known as Colonic Irrigation, and I did this weekly for quite some time after surgery. I had been eating vegetarian for about 6 months upon arrival at ASU but after a few years, I had to return to Minnesota where I knew I could find work and transportation. When I got back to MN, I went off my healthy ways. In those days, Alternative treatments and things like colonic irrigation only existed in the SouthWest and Crazy California.
When I got home, I went camping in the Boundary Waters Canoes Area, and got bitten by a tick, red-bullseye rash and all. It was 1978. Lyme Disease was a news story that happened to someone else, and besides, they said it was no big deal on TV. A few days after returning from camping, I woke up one morning, paralyzed. I could not move. I had to pee. I rolled out of my bed onto the floor and 45 agonizing minutes later, I hauled myself up onto the stool, crying in pain to sit there for two hours after completing evacuation, working up the energy and willpower to crawl back to bed. A week later at the Doctor, I was left with right shoulder pain and I got a shot a serious Steroids and Prednisone pills to take.
I went on to more schooling, eventually started a business and by age 27, I was a full-blown alcoholic, miserable and alone. I knew my body was in trouble, and I knew I was drinking to cover pain, but no one believed me. They just said I was weak and drinking to escape. I knew better. I avoided relationships and I complied with treatment, and I eventually succeeded - but I KNEW it was a lie. I got sober at 30 and have been sober, since.
And we start out life eating Raw Foods!
At least I was. My mom breast fed.
Theoretically, that means my GI tract was inoculated with good bacteria.
But what if my mom was sick and didn't know?
What if she had a gene - passed down to me, that meant we would struggle with food?
I fear this is the case.
I don't know.
All I know is that my entire life has revolved around pain, managing pain, avoiding pain, alleviating pain.
It started when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was taking piano lessons. When I would try to practice, my hands would start to ache, my right shoulder would get sore and I would get shooting pains (Zingers) up the right side of my neck into my head. They scared me - those zingers, they were nothing like I have ever heard of. My hands, arms and shoulder would lock-up and stiffen. I could not splay my fingers to achieve a good piano spread. I quit Piano lessons around age 14 because I just couldn't handle the pain any more, and took up voice lessons for a while.
Around age 14, I had extremely painful knees. When I got to the Doctor, he took blood and sent me home with a Dx (diagnosis) of 'Growing Pains'. My blood came back elevated WBC but he said I probably was getting a cold.
At age 17, I was a Arizona State University and had a crisis - my appendix burst. This is a long sad story that I will maybe tell elsewhere, but suffice it to say that the Doctors who operated on me determined that my appendix had been exploded for around 2 years prior determined by the scar tissue they found in my abdomen and the lesions and adhesions in the small bowel. I was guided by a friend to ease my recovery with what was called a High Colonic, or now known as Colonic Irrigation, and I did this weekly for quite some time after surgery. I had been eating vegetarian for about 6 months upon arrival at ASU but after a few years, I had to return to Minnesota where I knew I could find work and transportation. When I got back to MN, I went off my healthy ways. In those days, Alternative treatments and things like colonic irrigation only existed in the SouthWest and Crazy California.
When I got home, I went camping in the Boundary Waters Canoes Area, and got bitten by a tick, red-bullseye rash and all. It was 1978. Lyme Disease was a news story that happened to someone else, and besides, they said it was no big deal on TV. A few days after returning from camping, I woke up one morning, paralyzed. I could not move. I had to pee. I rolled out of my bed onto the floor and 45 agonizing minutes later, I hauled myself up onto the stool, crying in pain to sit there for two hours after completing evacuation, working up the energy and willpower to crawl back to bed. A week later at the Doctor, I was left with right shoulder pain and I got a shot a serious Steroids and Prednisone pills to take.
I went on to more schooling, eventually started a business and by age 27, I was a full-blown alcoholic, miserable and alone. I knew my body was in trouble, and I knew I was drinking to cover pain, but no one believed me. They just said I was weak and drinking to escape. I knew better. I avoided relationships and I complied with treatment, and I eventually succeeded - but I KNEW it was a lie. I got sober at 30 and have been sober, since.
We Were Naked When We Started
It Begins
Sick of being Sick? Tired of being Tired?
Me too.
A couple weeks ago, I started an adventure with food, Eating Raw.
I know I know, it sounds weird, unconventional and difficult, but I have gotten to this place, you know?
This place where I don't trust the food in the stores, I don't trust the Health Experts or in my case, the Chronic Experts who know less (seemingly) than I do. I don't trust the FDA, or the AMA or the CDC.
I know I have to find something that I enjoy, that will bring me the energy and health I am so desperate for.
I am Naked now. Here, present and seeking truth and liberation. Just like new.
Sick of being Sick? Tired of being Tired?
Me too.
A couple weeks ago, I started an adventure with food, Eating Raw.
I know I know, it sounds weird, unconventional and difficult, but I have gotten to this place, you know?
This place where I don't trust the food in the stores, I don't trust the Health Experts or in my case, the Chronic Experts who know less (seemingly) than I do. I don't trust the FDA, or the AMA or the CDC.
I know I have to find something that I enjoy, that will bring me the energy and health I am so desperate for.
I am Naked now. Here, present and seeking truth and liberation. Just like new.
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