Hi. I’m Josh. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I’m 30 years old, I have four kids, and I live in Florida. I’m a smart guy, but I used to be smarter. I’m a quick wit but I used to be quicker. I eat too much, don’t move enough, and I’m getting scared of a permanent decline.
I’ve experimented with various alternate eating patterns over the years. Vegetarian, vegan, caveman, primal, I’ve been around the gastronomic block. But years ago I had a run with a diet that changed my perception of food and its effects on every aspect of our lives. Raw plant foods.
In the summer of ’99 I ate a strictly raw diet for some 70 days, and the results were amazing. I remember saying I wouldn’t take a million dollars to go back to cooked foods. I slept four hours a night, woke up completely refreshed without an alarm clock and had total recall of each of my dreams. I had energy I’d never experienced before, my mind was free to think in ways it never had before and my powers of visualization were incredibly intense. I could practically see whatever I focused on floating in front of me. I was as thin as I can remember being in my adult life and I was incredibly joyful.
Then I fell off. I was broke and eating on about three bucks a day. My work was giving away pizza and I broke down. I took my pizza in the bathroom (everyone knew I only ate raw) and ate it in defeat.
After that I intended to eat about five percent cooked food to help with my occasional cravings, but it didn’t turn out that way. Very soon it was more like five percent raw, and i would up eating a lot of my meals at Dairy Queen & Pizza Hut. The diet I was eating when I was raw hadn’t been terribly balanced, and I think my body was somehow making up for lost time.
Since then I’ve had ups and downs, but I’ve always intended to go back to raw when the stars were right. I’ve done several 10 day stretches since then, and a 25 day juice fast. Then I realized the whole raw adventure happened the about the same time my two oldest daughters were born. Now they’re nine. Enough is enough. I’m not getting any younger. The stars are as right as they’re ever likely to be. The future starts today.
So here’s the plan. My birthday is coming soon. This Tuesday the 30th I’ll be 31. From that day until September 30th, 2009 I’m eating raw. My raw year (and a day, actually). I don’t expect this to be easy, at least at first, but it will do a couple important things.
- Increase my health. As well, a burst of high quality nutrition should help stave off the blasé consciousness that’s begun to creep into my head.
- Decrease my size. I’m not really sure what my ideal weight is, but I’m over it. If nothing else, 366 days of raw nutrition should go a long way towards fixing that.
- Give me closure. I fell in love with raw foods then ended them very abruptly. Ever since I’ve been almost pining for them while eating everything else. If I end up loving this lifestyle and staying on it past the year then great; if not I’ll at least know I gave it the college try, and I can move on with my life.
Anyway that’s the plan. I still have a couple days of deadened indulgence before I go all epic. Stay tuned…