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This crazy blogging journey started out with food… a diet… an all consuming passion for everything raw vegan. It turned out that it was a very little box I put myself in, in the ongoing pursuit of a happy, healthy tummy. The journey has continued to evolve and defining myself by what I eat is no longer enough. And I’m no longer vegan…
From a food perspective, this will probably be better classified as a vegetarian blog although I still predominantly prefer a vegan diet. I’ve added (happy chicken) eggs back in for a variety of personal reasons and occasionally have a bit of (vegetarian) cheese. I still prefer gluten-free and despite bouts of serious sugar addition, strive for less in my life. My old crazyrawvegan recipes are still a mainstay in my kitchen but it would be hypocritical to pick up where I left off over two years ago in the same vein. I got enough grief from people adding honey to a smoothie with the ‘vegan’ label attached to the blog. If I lose some of you here, that will have to be ok, but dont’ judge me, as I don’t judge you for your food decisions.
From a life perspective, I’m back in Australia. I’ve overcome a third ’bout’ of depression and still deal with anxiety. I work hard and too often struggle to find balance. I travel a lot, exercise too infrequently. I love my tribe like, well, crazy and I fight hard every day for my relationships, to have the difficult discussions, to get to what’s real. I am also crazy; I dance randomly, wiggle my bum when I’m happy, laugh at myself and find joy in the little things.
The intention is to share more of that, for whatever it’s worth. Would love you to join me.
I hope you all find health and happiness, in whatever form it takes.
PS. below is the original crazyrawvegan journey and subsequent evolution, for any context that may resonate…
…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.