Call it a coincidence after I just wrote a post about how Kara Kennedy‘s death is going to make me get even healthier, but in actuality, I had planned last week to go on a raw food diet–and quite honestly, I’ve been stressing about it ever since. For starters, it’s not the giving up of my wheat bread, granola cereal and ginger snaps (does anybody else love those?) that has me concerned; it’s ditching my beloved morning coffee, evening red wine and chocolate interspersed throughout those times that has me in a frenzy. I’m also panicking because I’m a pretty active athlete with most day’s workouts totaling one to two (sometimes three) hours of training. So, as you can probably guess, I’m a bit worried about where all of my carbs and protein are going to come from. You might read this and think, so why do a raw food diet then?
First of all, I don’t like the word “diet” because to me that’s just a quick-fix term that our society has become way too dependent on for losing weight the wrong way. So let’s call this a raw food challenge, OK? Especially because my reasons for doing it have nothing to do with losing weight.
I have had friends do a raw food challenge before, and even though they incessantly tried to get me to do it too by professing how amazing they felt, I never budged. (I will admit to being curious though.) That curiosity led me to start doing my own research versus just hearsay on the subject. Once I started reading about the reasons and many benefits for eating raw food, I became fascinated: increased energy levels (maybe that’s why I need my morning coffee fix), clearer skin (you know those women who have such a beautiful, glowing complexion? I want that–not out of vanity, but because I see that as a sign of true inner health), better emotional stability (PMS, hello?) and improved digestion (friendlier bathroom visits like Dr. Oz says). Then there’s a strengthened immune system, staving off disease, relieving depression and an overall improvement in the way our bodies work. Fascinating, see?
To help quell some of my fears of eating nothing but completely raw food, I decided to make it a one week commitment. It’s only seven days–I can do that (I think). One of my friends armed me with a wonderful book, Rawsome, which I have been reading about what exactly I can eat (because consuming just fruit and salads for a whole week sounds dreadfully depressing), and I am pleasantly surprised by all of the foods available to me. That doesn’t mean I won’t be jonesing for a slice or three of pizza around 7pm tonight, but I am determined to give this my best shot.
And I could use your help.
If you have some great, simple recipes that don’t require a dehydrator, enormous amounts of peeling, soaking and spiralizing (what is that anyway?), please share them with me. I will be writing about the ups and downs of my challenge all week, so stay tuned!