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Friday, July 10, 2009

Day 88: Doing My Best With What I've Got


As I was mowing my yard, the absurdity of one more aspect of my life occurred to me. Here I am, pushing this heavy mower, that I paid big bucks for, cutting down a bunch of weeds, because grass doesn't grow here, to make my yard look like I have a lawn. I am breathing in gasoline fumes, spending time I could really use to do other things, and spending money I don't have to do something that makes no sense at all. If I were out there taking care of food plants, that would make sense, but I'm not; I'm not really accomplishing anything. I don't have any choice but to do this because the city will mow it for me and send me a big bill if I leave it uncut.

How much of our lives are like this? How many things do we worry about that, in the big picture, are highly insignificant? We worry about whether or not a food is really raw, how high it was heated, whether or not it was blanched before it was frozen. We worry about whether or not something is really organic, or picked at the perfect stage of ripeness. We give a great deal of thought to the finest points of our food, even when we have little or no control over the thing we are worrying about. And yet, there are so many more things going on that we don't even think about.

We live in a highly toxic world. We breathe in fumes, gases, chemicals, with every breath. My house is positioned so that it lines up with the landing strip of the air base a mile or so away. If I want to sun bathe in the buff, I have to worry about being seen, not only by my neighbors, but from airplanes that fly low enough to clearly see my backyard. What are they spewing into the air I breathe? Might one fall from the sky and land on my house?

We worry about importing bananas, when everything we own is imported and made of plastic and painted or dyed with toxic paints. I don't use shampoo, soap, or laundry soap, but who knows what I am breathing in when I walk into a store or business, or down the street. What toxic carcinogens lay waiting in the walls, carpeting, flooring, ceiling tiles, asphalt, gardens, or my mattress, bedding, clothing, and shoes? What is in the waterthat flows from my taps? No place and no thing is safe! Yet I am worried when Christoper eats a small amount of ranch dressing on the two heads of romaine he ate for breakfast this morning. Who knows what chemicals, mold, and bug parts are in that dressing???!!

If we begin to dissect our lives, we find much to fear and little to encourage. But what good does it do? Does it behoove us to worry about things we can't change? I don't think so. I think we have to do the best with what we have. I would rather Christopher had never learned to eat ranch dressing, but I am thrilled that he will eat several heads of romaine a day. What other kid do I know who will do that? I wish I could buy organic food without taking out a second mortgage on my house, but since I can't, I will buy the best quality non-organic food and buy organics when I find a good price. I will do the best I can do. I will eat the best I can eat. I will do whatever is in my power to help change this world for the better, but the things I can't change I refuse to worry about.


So tomorrow, I will drink my green smoothie, made with organic greens, imported non-organic bananas, and Florida oranges, outside by my fake stone plastic fountain while sucking in jet fuel fumes and watching the birds eat the bugs from my newly cut weeds, and relax. It's the best I can do right now, and it's good enough for me.


Until Tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Day 87: I'm Going Green!

I was so excited when I read Anne Osborne's fruitarian book because I finally found someone who was thriving without green leafy veggies. I like my greens in salads, with fat and salt, or cooked with salt, not raw and plain. So I have been doing quite nicely without the greens.


Then, the other day I bought some spinach to make a video comparing a Vita Mix blender and a Blendtech, which hopefully I will be sharing with you soon. When I saw the spinach in the crisper, I thought a green smoothie sounded nice. I made it and it tasted good. I had also been thinking about greens since Sarah, at Living the Fruity Life, mentioned adding more greens to her diet and the good results she was getting. I would really like to have stronger nails and some of the other improvements others have reported. I even signed up for Mizpah's July challenge to add more greens in our diet at the Raw Transformation Comunity.

I am eating one large bunch of organic spinach every day in green smoothies. Today that was all I had, 4 quarts of smoothie. The first was orange juice, bananas, spinach and ice. The next three were grapefruit juice, spinach, bananas, and ice. Tonight, unlike Kermit, I am finding that, so far, being green is easy. :)


Until Tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Day 86: The Whole Truth and Nothing But the Truth

I have written that I want to be the same on here as I am in person. If you were to meet me in , I would want you to recognize me. I do try to be as open and honest as I can, BUT I sometimes run into a crisis of conscience. When I eat badly, I feel that I should share, since this blog is about my attempt at a raw diet, but I also do not want to tempt anyone else into doing the same thing. I want to be open about my troubles, but do not want to cause you any. This leaves me feeling like a fraud at times. So I would like to clear things up and tell you exactly what is going on with me.

I have had the same pattern of eating for many years. I am always following some healthy diet plan. I do well for a while, lose some weight, gain some energy, start exercising, then WHAM! I lose my mind! Cravings become unbearable and I head for the drive-thru at fast food restaurants. I do not cook or prepare "bad" food at home. I do not eat the food at home, I usually eat it in the car. I am a sneaky secret eater. I am ashamed and do not want to be seen eating it in public. I do not want it in my house.

I realized today I have not been honest with myself, so could not be honest here. I have talked about eating one meal and gaining 5 pounds. That is not true, though I think I thought I it was when I wrote it. I eat one meal and then another and another, for days at a time. By the time I get myself back under control I have gained 5 pounds or more.

This last challenge, I was doing very well. I was losing weight and enjoying eating a high fruit, nearly all fruit diet. I had no cravings, absolutely none. Then my weight loss slowed down. I started eating less. My weight loss slowed even more. I ate some chips at my son's house. I ate some pizza at my son's house. I was so disappointed in myself that I went on a full fledged bender, like an alcoholic out on the town. I had lost 28 pounds; I gained 8 pounds back. Not in one meal or one day, but over the course of a couple of weeks. Every day I started off promising myself to be raw all day. Every day I caved to cravings.

I am back on track. I have managed to maintain a 20 pound weight loss over the last 86 days. I will not beat up on myself. I am not a murderer or a thief. I am not really even a liar, I am just not facing the truth about my eating habits. I feel shame when I eat badly. I really do want to make this work for me because I know of no other options to reach the goals of health, happiness, and wholeness. I want to be a role model for other people, because I want to share this message. But I can only do it if I am 100% honest about everything. If I claim to be eating high fruit and I continue to stay 50 pounds overweight, obviously I am not telling the truth. Naked food cannot work for me if I am eating junk food.


So, I am resolving to be 100% honest about my exercise level and my eating. I will record everything I eat and all the exercise I get on my blog at Naked Food Cafe community. If I screw up badly, I will share that as well. I will continue to write here about how I feel and what this way of living has done for me.


I promise to be open and honest and without shame. I am a good person who has problems with food and with body image. I believe a raw food diet can help me cure these problems. I have tried everything else and know what I want and where I want to go. I just need to get real and stop telling myself all those little white lies. I am a success story in the making, I just made a little side trip. I would like to believe I won't do it again, but I might. If I do, I know how to get back on the path and put one foot in front of the other. I am learning. Sooner or later, I will reach my destination. Thanks for coming along. I appreciate all the support offered by the readers of this blog. Without it, I would never have come this far; with it, I am going all the way.

Until Tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Day 85: The Ugly Nasty Evil Scale Monster


At the Naked Food Cafe community, our July challenge is to create one new habit and release another. The habit I want to release is weighing myself daily on my bathroom scale. I am shocked at how hard this is for me. I am actually afraid to stop weighing every day. I have stopped weighing all day long, most of the time, and usually get by with a first thing in the morning fix. But the idea of not weighing at all terrifies me!


I do realize how ridiculous this is. I know the only value to weighing is to gain information, and that information is sketchy at best. The other day I couldn't sleep. I was up at 3:30 in the morning. I decided to weigh myself. I was elated to see 169! I was 167 before I went wandering off into junk food world and picked up some of the weight I had released. It had been a week or more since I had seen anything under 170.

I finally got back to sleep. When I got up again, several hours later, I weighed myself again and saw 171 on the scales. I had gained 3 pounds while sleeping?! AAARRGGHHHH! How is that possible? Why did I weigh again anyway? What did that number mean? Why did I suddenly feel bad when one minute before that I was elated? Why did I suddenly feel heavy and fat again?!!! Why do I keep turning to this ugly nasty evil scale monster when it obviously is a LIAR!!!!

So, if the scales are not reliable and truthful, why cling to them? Why use them to decide my self worth? I have this feeling that if I did not weigh every day I would gain weight and not even know it! Weighing puts me in control, keeps me alert, right? What would happen if I knew I did not have to face the ugly nasty evil scale monster every morning? Would I go crazy, eat everything in sight, and gain a lot of weight? Oh, wait, that's what I do sometimes when I am weighing every day and get frustrated at not losing fast enough. What would I do? Would I relax? Would that help me sort food things out without the added pressure of a fickle scale monster? Who knows, I have never tried that.

So, I decided I would stop weighing daily, BUT I would find other ways to evaluate my progress/weight. I have some pants that are tight, maybe by trying them on once a week I could tell if I had gained or lost weight. Surely there are other ways than scales to track your progress. I could measure parts of my body. Then, it dawned on me, I would still be judging myself to be good or bad based on a measurement. What if I decided I am OK just as I am? What if I decided to eat in the way that made me feel best? To exercise every day, get out in the sun and fresh air, and live my very best life? What if I measure my success by how happy I am every night?

What if I worked every day to feel good and be happy and then let my body figure out what size and shape it needs to be? What if I decide to be happy with me every single minute of every single day, no matter what is going on around or inside of me? What would happen then? I don't know, but I am going to take this next month to find out! I'll keep you posted.

Until Tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Monday, July 6, 2009

Day 84: Damning Demands: The Quest for Perfection

I keep reading it over and over, on my friends blogs, strangers blogs, raw food forums, my own postings; we all seem to have the same problem:

"I don't know why I do this to myself. I am perfect for (fill in the blank) days/months/years/centuries, and then I go hog wild and eat everything in sight. I ate (fill in the blank), which I had promised myself I would never look at again. I want so badly to eat perfectly, and I do so well for a while, then I blow it all to pieces. When will this self destructive behavior stop? When will I finally get it all together?"

I just don't get it? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with everyone else?

I have been manifesting the perfect life for myself for years. I know what it will look like. I know what it will feel like, I picture it, sending my desires out into the universe ALL DAY LONG!!! Every Day!!!

I manifest a home that is completely repaired and remodeled. It is neat and organized. It is peaceful and inviting. My yard is manicured and fruit tress and herbs grow abundantly. My children, my grandchildren, my pets, my family and friends, are healthy, happy, perfect. I am perfect. I am thin and fit and happy. That is my manifestation.

My life is quite different. My home is bursting at the seams, filled with unorganized highchairs, toy dinosaurs, blocks, Legos, Lincoln logs, clothing, jewelry, fashion magazines, nail polish, make-up, bikes, trikes, pogo sticks, scooters, and a ping pong table. My yard is always a mess. My back fence has been down for almost 2 years and I have a hole back there that I suspect leads to China. The soil looks like the beach, complete with sand spurs. Most of us are happy most of the time, but none of us nears the pefection I have requested. Most of all I AM STILL FAT!!!

Where, of where, are the things I have dreamed of, asked for, ordered? Where are my manifestations? Has the universe lost my address?

I have been talking about material things, perhaps they are a little difficult to deliver. But resolve, determination, the ability to plan and carry through, those should be easy to manifest in ones self, right? That should not be hard to deliver, should it? So where are they?

I know how I want to eat, I think. I want to eat high fruit. I had decided I did not want to do greens, but sometimes I think I do, I might, maybe? How hard is that? I buy the food, I make the plans. Sometimes I screw up a little, sometimes I don't. But if I do stray, I immediately resolve to NEVER AGAIN PUT ANYTHING IN MY MOUTH BUT RAW FRUIT AND GREENS!!! * NEVER!* *EVER!*

And then I do it anyway. Why?

I have been giving this alot of thought. I think our bodies are saving us from ourselves and our misplaced demands. Luckily, our bodies and our minds have some control over our ego, kinda like leaving a babysitter in charge of a toddler. These wise controlling aspects of our personality know these strict demands are not in our best interest. Our wise selves can see things ego can't see. Suppose we fall into a hole, like the one in my back yard, and we only fall half way to China, but find some supplies there. Suppose we find cans of spam, green peas, and a case of granola bars, with chocolate chips. If we have resolved to NEVER EVER EAT ANYTHING THAT IS NOT RAW VEGAN, we will die rather than eat the substandard food that will sustain us until help arrives. That is not in our best interest. Our wise selves are not going to risk letting us tie ourselves up in knots of unenlightened perfectionism.

Oh, but the slippery slope, you say. If I allow spam and granola bars to save my life, I may next be eating my neighbor's dog, or bologna and moon pies; I will have no ethics at all. I don't think so, says wise self, you already have ethics. You were born with common sense. It is unreasonable nonsensical demands that you need to get rid of.

Maybe we can do this a little differently and get better results. Suppose we pledge to eat all the fruit and tender greens (or whatever foods your diet of choice contains) we can eat. We can't fail at that, can we? No one else can judge us, because who but us knows how much we can eat? We cannot judge ourselves because whatever we eat must be all we can eat, right? When we find ourselves overcome with cravings, what would happen if we allowed them? We are already doing it and feeling guilty about it, aren't we? Isn't that what we keep writing and reading? Let's just eliminate the guilt.

What if we promise to do our very best in every situation we are faced with? Isn't that enough? Can we ask for anything more? Don't we deserve to be treated with kindness and gentleness and allowed the occasional mistake? Doesn't that sound much better than being perfect and starving to death in a hole halfway to China? Perfection is highly overrated, I am starting to think. What do you think?

Until tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Day 83: I Don't Have All The Answers and Neither Does Anyone Else

When it comes to weight, diet, food, and nutrition, the simple fact is, I do not have all the answers, you do not have all the answers, and neither does anyone else. If an author, a guru, your priest, rabbi, or your brother-in-law claims to know what you should eat, how you should eat, and why these answers are the answer, RUN! There are too many unanswered and unanswerable questions, for anyone to claim expertise about you.

On the other hand, if a person claims to know what is right for themselves, and what has worked for them, stick around and listen. If their plan resonates with you, and you do not have a better plan of your own, give theirs a shot. If it works for you, great, if it doesn't, move on.

BUT, and this is a BIG BUT, follow their plan, wholeheartedly. Do not go at it half~assed and then claim it doesn't work. If you do, that will not only not make you as healthy and happy as your friend, it will also make you extremely annoying!

If you try to eat all raw food, but often fail, and you do not get the results you were led to expect, do not blame the raw food diet. You were never on a raw food diet; you were unsuccessful in your attempts. Now, that may well mean that it is not a viable diet, at least not for you. But it does not mean the diet did not work. The same is true of any diet, food plan, or lifestyle change; they cannot work if you do not follow them. If you are constantly breaking or bending the rules, you have no idea what they can or cannot do for you. To find out, you must comply 100%, 100% of the time.

I am an expert at failed diets. I have failed at every diet or lifestyle plan I have ever attempted. I had lots of success, but eventually I failed, so I never realized the results promised by each plan. But I knew the problem was that I could not follow the plan, not that the plan was not a good one. These diets, however were not right for me because I could not follow them. They may have worked wonders for you, but that did me no good at all.

Why am I looking for a different way to eat? The main reason is that I am fat and I have an overweight daughter. What brought me to raw food was the fact that both of us were in the early stages of type 2 diabetes. I was desperate for an answer. I knew we had to eat differently, but I had no idea what we needed to be eating or not eating. I already ate better than anyone I knew.

I was never heavy as a child or a teen. I began gaining weight in my early twenties. After I had my first baby at 27, my weight sky rocketed. I began yo-yo dieting and had lost most of the extra weight when I became pregnant again 10 years later. I kept my weight under control while pregnant but went up again after Suzanne was born. I tried every diet under the sun, but could not keep the weight off. I just kept getting bigger unil l I weighed 220 pounds.

Suzanne was a small child. She was nursed for three years and ate little during that time. She is a lifelong vegetarian. She ate eggs and dairy products, but not excessively. She ate better and was more active than my two older children, or any child I have ever met. Her favorite food when she was 3 was kale. She started gaining weight at age 8 and has been overweight since then. When she was 10, I found she was diabetic. We have been diet shopping since then.

Suzanne was never still, didn't watch TV and had no use for computers. She swam competitively and attended dance class every day. She loved vegetable sandwiches on whole wheat bread, fruit, veggies. She did not eat sugar or white flour. As she began to have weight issues, we stopped all fat. Nothing helped. We tried high fat/low carb diets, almost impossible as a vegetarian, with no success. No matter what she ate or didn't eat, she continued to gain weight.

Tasha was a huge baby and a chubby toddler. Around 6, her weight normalized. As she got older, she became thin, but not overly so. She has never had a weight problem and can eat anything and lots of it. She has never been sick and only went to a doctor when she had Christopher. She has been through times when she ate nothing but junk food and never gains an ounce.

There is no easy answer to this. We get lots of advice. Everyone has their ideas, but the truth is no one knows why this happens. I can eat a "normal" meal and gain 5 pounds. This does not happen to most people. I have to fight to keep from gaining weight no matter what I am eating. When I came to high fat raw I had lost a lot of weight on the Atkins diet. I managed not to gain at first, but never lost. BUT I was never really a high fat raw foodist because I did not stay on it long enough to have verifiable results.

I have some ideas about what goes on in our bodies, but no way whatsoever to know if I am right. Eating fruit is the only way I have found that I can lose weight, when I stay faithful to this way of eating. When I go off, I gain weight. You may say that my thin daughter, when not eating well, is not really healthy. I don't think you are right. I think she is healthier than the rest of us.

My grandmother and grandfather ate the same very high fat southern food their whole lives. My grandmother was thin when she was young, and a large, heavy woman when she got older, just like me. My grandfather was a tiny skinny man. My grandfather was extremely active, riding a bike everywhere into his 80s. My grandmother was inactive. Neither of them ever had cancer, heart disease, arthritis, diabetes, or any other disease. My grandmother had occasional blood pressure that was a little high near the end of her life and they gave her a diuretic to take during those times. Neither was on any prescription medicine. My grandfather died at home at 90. My grandmother died in a nursing home at 88, after an 8 week illness. Before that she had her own apartment.

My grandparent's long life and relatively good health was not because of diet and exercise. What was it due to? I'm sure many people will give me an answer, but the truth is, no one knows.

What is going on with these 100 pound babies we are seeing on television? Is it their parents fault they are so big? Dr. Phil says so, so it must be. Do you think you could take most babies and do anything to get them to weigh 100 pounds at 2 or 3 years of age? I don't think you could. I think most children could never consume the calories these children are consuming. They would throw up before they could eat the thousands of calories these hungry children are eating. Half of the children in America live on junk food and most of them are not fat. Something else is going on. When it comes to nutrition, we do not have the whole picture.

I keep two babies. Until they were a year, they both had formula as their primary food. They were each tiny newborns. Gavin ate some food before he was a year. Paxton eats almost no food; he has no interest at all in eating. At 12 months, Paxton weighs almost 30 pounds; he is enormous. At 12 months, Gavin weighed 23 pounds. They were consuming the same food. They were the same age. There is more to this picture than we can see. True, genetics are involved, but why is Paxton so much bigger than other babies his age? Why is he so fat? He drinks less than Gavin at that age. I don't know and neither does anyone else. When it comes to size, weight, calories in, energy expended, etc etc etc, there is no clear pattern, no matter what anyone tells you.

My two biological children each weighed the same at one year, 18 pounds. Andrew is now 6 foot 4 and Suzanne is 5 foot 7. Suzanne was breast fed; Andrew was on soy formula. We took Christopher off of soy formula at 8 months and put him on bananas and sesame milk because he was so fat. Yet, I have seen skinny babies on the same formula. I have been searching for answers for almost 30 years now and have concluded that the only person who can help me is me. No one else can do any more than suggest something that they have seen, heard of, or tried. That is all I can do to help anyone else.

I am hoping we will be able to eat a high fruit diet, lose weight, and be thin and healthy forever. It would be a dream come true. I am losing weight and doing better at staying away from other foods. I am convinced that, for us, the fat in our diets is the problem. ( I am choosing to ignore the fact that the only diet I have lost substantial amounts of weight on is the Atkins diet. It is not an opton for me any longer, but it does throw a monkey wrench into the whole low fat thing, when considered, doesn't it?) We have to be on an almost no fat diet to lose weight. But, even if it does work for us, you will not hear me saying it is THE DIET for everyone. If it works for me, I will gladly share my story, if you are interested. I know enough to know that I do not even know everything about my body. I certainly do not know everything about yours, and neither does anyone else. It is up to each of us to do our own research and experimenting, to figure out what works for each of us. If we can share that information, we may all benefit. We may not ever know everything there is to know about any of this, but I believe we can learn enough about our own selves to get healthy and reach the level of wholeness we are all dreaming of.


Until tomorrow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Day 82: The Elephant in the Room, Part 2

If my weight is the elephant standing in the room, then some people refuse to see it while others seem painfully aware that it is there. I am painfully aware of it. I find that its presence will keep me silent on issues I would like to speak out on.

A while back, I happened on a conversation at a family reunion concerning an overweight child. The mother of the child in question was quite small, the mother giving her advice was quite large. The mother of the normal weight child was insistent that her children, all fairly small, were not overweight because of her careful attention to their diet. She supposedly had cut back their food to keep them from overeating. The mother of the overweight child had tried the same.

My opinion was that there was something else going on, since all of the children were gorging themselves on junk food before my eyes, yet only one was fat. The larger mother and the smaller mother both ate similar foods, though perhaps in different amounts. Something other than amounts of food and parental watchfulness was involved, IMO. I do not believe you can cut back the food of a child. Children know when they need to eat and how much. The problem is the nature, or the denatured properties, of the food we feed them. They continue to eat because they are not being properly nourished by the foods we are offering them. To make things worse, they are so addicted to the unhealthy foods it is hard to get them to eat anything else. I felt as an overweight person myself, with an overweight child, that I had little right to become involved in the discussion; I felt devalued. If I had my own weight under control I would have felt more comfortable and could have made a more compelling argument.

More recently, a friend was discussing a young girl at at dance recital. The little girl was extremely overweight. The friend made the comment that she would never allow her child to grow so large and wondered why on earth the parents would be so negligent. Again, I felt very uncomfortable. I did not "allow" myself or my daughter to become overweight. I fact, I have searched diligently for both a cause and a solution. I have 3 children, 2 are normal weight, one is overweight, yet all were fed similarly. My normal weight daughter both eats more and is less active than my overweight daughter. There is more to this puzzle than meets the eye. I felt uncomfortable saying anything because of my own struggles. My friend's daughter is thin, but extremely unhealthy. My friend is one of the unhealthiest people I know. She suffers from many aliments and is a heavy smoker. Yet, because they are not fat, they consider themselves above those who are. I do not think she saw Suzanne and I as fat, or thought about it at the time, as I know she is not an unkind person. She simply thought, as our society has taught, that it was OK to criticize a fat person. Had I begun to discuss her parenting as a reason for her child's unhealthy state I am sure she would have been offended.

In our culture, we think fat is bad, thin is good. If we see two people sitting side by side, eating heaps of food, one fat, one thin, many of us would think differently of the two. The fat person would be a glutton, the thin person merely hungry. We would find fault with the one and not with the other. It is time to talk about the elephant in the room. It is time to help these children and ourselves to become healthy and thin, not either or. This elephant is not going away, it is growing larger. We do not yet understand the problems of weight, diet, and nutrition that plague our society. Let's talk about it. Our goal is not to be thin, it is to be healthy, which in my opinion, would include a slim body.

When I was growing up, fat children were few and far between. Now they are everywhere. I am more than 50 pounds overweight, yet I am often surrounded by people much larger. We need to figure out what is causing this phenomenon. We need to recognize the elephant, have a healthy discourse about it, and send it back where it belongs. Why are our children fat? Why are our thin children sick? What are we going to do about it?

Until Tomorow!
Love & Sunshine!
Connie