Yesterday marked the halfway point in our raw-food experiment, and despite my day-to-day grumbling about various aspects of eating raw, it's gone by pretty quickly so far.
I've been mightily heartened by the support and encouragement we have received, both from friends and many colleagues and from people following along with the blog and posting comments. The recipes and exhortations have been a big help.
By the same token, though, the occasional bursts of zealotry from some quarters are off-putting. For example: Maybe it's time to rethink my values and qualities as they relate to food. Beg pardon? Or, coffee is a drug. Well that's just wrong. It's the seed from a little red berry that is harvested from plants, dried and roasted. (Maybe you're thinking of caffeine, which is a naturally occurring stimulant in coffee?)
Point is, that's the kind of judgmental nonsense that dampens enthusiasm for undertakings such as this one. I probably speak for all three of us when I say that we're not doing this for outside approval from rawer-than-thou snobs. This is a test to see whether a raw lifestyle is practicable for Eric, Cindy or Joann, and that makes it a very individual, very personal endeavor.
Glen put it in context in an e-mail he sent to us last night after a conference-call interview with Dhrumil from We Like It Raw. Glen noted that "raw food is not the end all," then continued, "Living a life with great relationships, a fun job and some raw food or no raw food can also create happiness and longevity. Your body tells you what is best if nothing else learn to listen to your body."
That's the best advice I've heard so far.