One of the editors started a fairly extreme diet that involved
her running off to the toilet every few minutes. I wondered whether she’d gained
access to a secret stash of Taiwan
tap water – which in my experience has pretty much the same effect.
“No,” Helen assured. She was just eating lots of pork
products, along with some dead chickens, grapefruits, eye of newt, and cat nostrils, if
memory serves.
“What tosh,” said Keith, our erudite and elderly British
colleague.
“I have to lose weight!” Helen protested. “My trousers are
getting tight at the waist.”
“So eat something healthy.”
“That’s takes too long and I get hungry,” Helen said.
“Then why not,” Keith asked, “just eat a plate of cotton
wool and be done with?”
* * * *
There are lots of compelling reasons for eating raw vegan.
Nearly all the arguments against begin like this: “But I’m
afraid that if... But what if... But I don’t really... But what about...”
Mehh.
Here’s my number-one argument for eating raw vegan:
Nutritional density. I can pack my gut chockfullonuts (or better yet, chock
full of bananas, oranges, spinach, tomatoes, carrots, and apricots) and be 50
times fuller, and 4.8 thousand percent healthier, than if I ate a single Whopper
Junior with Cheese.
Number two: The cotton wool argument. I simply cannot eat
enough raw food in an entire day – even if I sincerely made an effort – to equal the
calories I’d down in just one typical American meal, particularly if that meal is served in a restaurant.
Number three: Simplicity. I don’t have to plan dinner if
dinner is: Whatever looks good in the refrigerator. A handful of broccoli, a
piece of cauliflower, some sliced apples, a few chunks of fresh pineapple. Oh,
and then I’ll have maybe a bosc pear. And some sliced sweet yellow bell peppers. (But
I’m probably too full to bother.) Breakfast is a green smoothie with a few
almonds blended in. It’s just so darned easy.
Fourth: Cheapskate alert. Not only is this lifestyle cheaper
than eating cooked food. It also happens that when people learn you’re trying
to eat raw, they give you produce. I cannot explain this. Food just magically
appears. Strangers give away their gardens, their extra watermelon, their
overbought mangoes, the fruit on their trees. Today one friend gave me a container of raw coconut oil. Another gave me a pineapple. A pineapple! (Thank you J and K. Love you!)
Finally: Energy. I feel like I’m full of light and joy when
I eat this way. It’s a pretty great high. I know how weird it sounds to suggest
that raw food provides some sort of life force, but I can’t find an alternative
explanation for the way this feels. Live enzymes? Who can say. A spiritual
high? Indisputably. Some sort of cosmic unity with the universe? Ummm...or maybe
I’m just stoned on bananas.
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