Today I want to thank myself for seriously committing to change.
My 3oth straight day raw was actually yesterday, but it’s timely to post my first set of before & after pictures today; a day we all pull our heads out of our asses and attempt to give thanks for the bounty that is existence.
What I’m thankful for today
I am thankful for my body’s insane resiliency; its capacity to bounce back and regenerate itself is incredible.
One month ago today I was sitting here at this same spot (my kitchen table) drinking continuous triple measured gin gimlets and eating massive quantities of nutrient deficient, fat laden, coma inducing food. How the hell do I remember what I was doing a month ago? That’s what I did every day.
The almost manic levels of energy I am experiencing (after getting past a couple difficult weeks) is making me want to explore so many things. I have way less time than energy now–the INVERSE of my life just one short month ago–where time lagged and I didn’t give a shit about anything. I certainly had never blogged before, let alone about raw foods! Now I have this daily-growing list of topics I want to explore, people I want to meet, stuff I want to try, recipes I cant wait to make, and places I’m dying to travel to…
A real load off
Weighed myself Tuesday and am proud to announce that I lost exactly 20 lbs in less than 30 days–eating only 100% raw food (raw fruits/uncooked veggies/raw nuts &eeds/raw honey & agave).
It takes a lot to post pics like these. It’s weird to have strangers inspect your face and gut. When I look at the picture from one month ago I’m disgusted. How could I let myself get to that place? And while I am partly referring to the physical, please understand I am mostly referring to my mental/emotional state.
When I look at the “after” picture, I feel excited. This is just the start.
It took 30 days just to figure out WTF was going on, get used to not drinking myself into a stupor, and find my way back into my own skin.
If you are considering making a change like this, please try to be compassionate with yourself and don’t expect too much at once. It’s a lot to just commit to a new way of eating. The first month I kind of went into hiding, this blog my one connector to the outside world.
I really didn’t exercise the first month. But now I have too much energy NOT too! Isn’t that a nice problem to have?
Tuesday I dug out some of those funny 1980’s style resistance bands that I bought and never used and did a crude upper body workout. Go ahead and laugh, these bands actually work. I used them in an EMS academy years ago that was taught boot camp style. We all (guys and girls) got ripped and experienced massive strength gains using only the bands and calisthenics during our three month academy.
Yesterday I pumped up the sadly flat tires on my neglected fixed gear and took her for a long ride. I ride my other bike to work each day, but it’s less than 2 miles and not a work out. Nothing like only having one steep gear to reanimate my long dormant legs and ass!
Struggling up a small hill, completely anaerobic, it was tough for me to believe I used to ride my bike over 50 miles a day as a bike messenger in NYC!
Today just before dusk I rode over to the base of a popular—extremely steep—hiking trail. Locked my bike to the trail sign and headed straight up for about 45 minutes. The view is staggering. Other than the big hunk of cross-sectioned moon, alone on the mountain, it REALLY hit me: I’m doing this. I remember this feeling. I feel incredible…