So I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “But Emma, you are a bit crazy!”
And you’d be right.
But like Declan said in our recent video
“We’re crazy so you don’t have to be”
But seriously, whilst I may on occasion say things on my blog that seriously mortify my Mother, that get me in to trouble on raw food forums, and that I possibly shouldn’t if I want to be ‘taken seriously’, I am actually quite normal. Honest. I am a normal girl (does being 33 still make me a girl? I think so), eating mostly raw food, interspersed with red wine and a recent penchant for whisky and ginger.
I’m not a raw food guru from the tropics. I don’t get to consume 80 fresh coconuts a day or live in a tree or run 100 mile marathons. I live and work in Glasgow. Right now I’m not 100% raw. Right now I’m on a serious budget. I’m fucking real, baby!
Keeping it real!
I love how raw food makes me feel. I love how I’ve learned not to follow anyone else’s rules about raw food. I love how I’ve written my own rulebook about eating raw food and then broken those rules too! I love that I can cut through the bullshit, my own and everyone else’s. I love how I’m 5 years in to this journey and still loving it!
You see, your raw food journey is not what anyone else says it is. It’s what you want it to be. Love and Light or scrubbing the green smoothie stains off your bedroom wall (don’t ask).
It’s not all bare feet, transcending and activating your DNA, it’s trying to figure out how you can fit your smoothie ingredients in your suitcase as well as clothes, and wandering what the hell that powder is in the back of the cupboard, suma or ashwaganda?
It’s not knowing what the fuck ashwaganda is anyway and whether you really needed to spend what would buy a week’s worth of shopping on that superfood stuff.
It’s not caring about how many bananas some dude on the other side of the world is eating, it’s wondering if you’ll have enough time to make something raw to take to work before catching the train, now that you’ve spent the last hour on facebook reading about the dangers of writing and publishing subversive religious material in the mid 17th century. Seriously.
It’s not judging others for microwaving their broccoli but being thankful that your mum goes to all the effort to boil some for you in a pan because she knows you don’t do that microwave thing. It’s not giving a shit you ate some bloody boiled broccoli but being thankful that you have bloody broccoli to boil in the first place. Try saying that after a couple of red wines…
My point is this:
Welcome to Raw Food Scotland.
I’m Emma, lead raw foodist here, and I help real people (that’s you) integrate raw foods into their diet—without having to be fanatical, obsessive, or even 100% raw. (Let’s face it: sometimes you just need a glass of wine. Ditto mashed potatoes.)
I pride my technique on something I call being realistically raw – where you can learn to gain more energy, vibrance and glowing sexiness from going raw without going overboard – and have built this website around teaching you how you can do the same.
Who likes doing anything alone?
Welcome to Raw Food Scotland— helping real people get real raw…without going real crazy!
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This blog was written by Raw Food Scotland's previous owner, Emma Calvert. You can reach her at her new website, https://missmanifestation.com/