
I’m tempted to explain my falling of the raw (and yes, even vegan) wagon on my Hawaiian vacation but if I’m being entirely honest it started before that and did not stop on my return to Boston last weekend. I have been eating cooked vegan (whole food, plant based) dishes and had a raw fish (sushi and poke) in Hawaii because it was there, it was fresh and it was easier than finding vegetable dishes – they seem a little hard to come by.
Once I started, I found it becomes a downward spiral. I got unorganized with raw foods, cooked food is easier to find when I’m out and suddenly I wasn’t even high raw. But I’m beyond beating myself up for this kind of lapse. In the beginning of my raw journey I would feel guilty for eating something ‘out of scope’ - how could I call myself a raw vegan if I ate cooked food? But at the end of the day I realized I don’t have to answer to anyone except myself. And the amazing thing is, that while it may be ‘easier’ at the time, my body never thanks me for it. I start feeling tired and losing that edge that being raw gives me, so I lose. It’s that easy.
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