You can say I’m the ringleader of our raw food shenanigans.
I’ve been on a whole foods kick for the past four years or so, prompted by a minor health issue that traditional medicine could never quell. So I looked to alternative therapies, some part of which meant dramatically changing the way I ate and thought about food. No dairy, no sugar, no processed foods or red meat. No more minor health issue.
I can’t say for sure that’s what did it. But I can say I felt better than ever. My mood lifted. My skin cleared. This girl who always whined, “I’m so tired,” no longer craved her morning coffee.
The whole thing intrigued me, and I dove deep into this healthy living thing. I did a five-day juice fast at a California desert retreat center. I got back into a regular yoga practice. And I started swigging loads of greens juices. Blended spinach and pineapple? About this time last year, I called that breakfast.
And then? Well, then life happened. Bit by bit, with the stresses of the day, some of those goods habits fell to the curb. All of a sudden I’m making frequent trips stops to the office candy drawer. I’m not drinking much water and not getting much sleep. And these days the good baristas at Starbucks know me by my name and my (venti) order.
It all adds up to me typing at this very moment, candy wrappers and coffee cups in my trash can, feeling sluggish, foggy and unbalanced. I need a greens juice, stat. And I’m dragging my two raw-curious co-workers to drink one with me.