“crazy raw vegan, suit-wearing professional, fun-loving adventurist, sporadic community volunteer, happy bum wiggler…”
That’s me in a nutshell. The nut looks something like this…
crazy raw vegan… my journey to raw foods was a long and winding one. About eight years ago, I accepted the fact that I simply can’t digest red meat. I had been ignoring the aches, pains and ahem, gas, for years because I loved red meat! After acceptance, I was on and off the red meat. I’d go without for ages, then collapse under the pressure of the Sunday afternoon steak in the beer garden in the summer sun. I’d feel sick, I’d go without, and collapse again. During this time, my mum got me on to Eat Right For Your Blood Type (note – I don’t recommend this!), and it said that as a Type A I should be eating fish and tofu instead. This seemed to work for me, but it also said that cheese wasn’t optimal for Type A’s and I had a (huge) problem with this… I was addicted to cheese! Like red meat though, cheese and other dairy products gave me all sorts of intestinal issues that I desperately ignored to satisfy the almost constant need for the thick, creamy, tastiness of CHEESE - goats cheese, blue cheese, sharp cheddar, creamy brie and buttery camembert. And organic fetta marinated in marvellous magical herbs and olive oil definitely has to be good for me right?? Eeek.
Fast forward two years and I moved to London. A new scene = a new me. I turned up claiming that I was a vegetarian, and that was that. I ate bread. I ate pasta. I ate cheese. I’m a slow learner. Then, I learnt that the run-of-the-mill cheese is not actually vegetarian – it contains rennet, which is “extracted from the inner musoca of the fourth stomach chamber of young, unweaned calves”! That stopped that pretty quickly… until I discovered a source of vegetarian cheese just down the road… whoops, but an addiction is an addiction. It did, however stop me from ordering cheesy dishes out, which reduced my cheese intake a lot as who actually cooks in London??
Fast forward another two years and I moved to Boston. A new scene = a new me. I turned up claiming that I was a raw vegan. What?? Well, I had been ignoring the fact that a vegan diet was going to be the most agreeable diet for me for years. Something had to give – I was sick and tired of being sick and tired and feeling plain ordinary. I had met raw vegans in London who were positively glowing and decided that I wanted in on the action! I bought a whole lot of books, a dehydrator, a blender, a food processor, heaps of mason jars and some good knives and I was a raw vegan… with a crazy blog :)
Three years on, things have continued to evolve, as all good things do. When I started my crazyrawvegan journey, the destination was 100% raw perfection. After about 18 months, I started taking detours into cooked vegan foods, whether to be social, or to deal with the cold winters, or simply because I felt like it. But I couldn’t see these detours as taking the scenic route – I saw them as dead-end roads. Guilt, self-loathing and proper craziness ensued…
Having realized it was indeed crazy behavior, I started to embrace a balance that worked for me. It’s harder because I can’t explain myself in a single sentence; instead it goes something like… “I’m whole-foods / plant-based vegan, high raw, gluten-free, (mostly) soy-free, low fat, low sugar… I juice a lot and love green smoothies; but some days I eat a box of vegan cookies…”
Motto: don’t worry about putting yourself in a diet box to make other peoples life easier: find what works for you. Make the best decision you can every time you sit down to eat, treat yourself occasionally, and love your body.
suit-wearing professional… I work in the financial district. I have work lunches and functions. I live in a condo. I’m not in an alternative community of understanding vegans, so my emerging lifestyles sometimes feels at odds with my environment – I only just ordered my first vegan handbag but I don’t know what I’d do without my UGG boots! Life became very hypocritical very quickly and I’m still adjusting.
fun-loving adventurist… I love new places, I love traveling (especially in Europe, except they’re terrible at vegan food!) I love exploring. I ski and snowboard, I scuba dive and I love hiking.
sporadic community volunteer… I did a lot of committed volunteer work in university and miss it! I do random events through work but want to find something more meaningful… and some day I might actually get my ass to Africa.
happy bum wiggler… when I’m happy, I wiggle my bum. Simple.
I hope you all find health and happiness, in whatever form it takes.