Going raw, losing the plot, finding it, deciding to throw it the fuck away and make your own damn plot

 

Once upon a time, in days of yore, I went raw…

I’d never heard of it before.  I didn’t know anyone else doing it.  I couldn’t find anyone else in my own damn country doing it.

 

I didn’t know that you made smoothies in a blender, I made mine in the food processor.  Awkward.

 

I didn’t like celery.  I didn’t know how to pronounce Quinoa.  I didn’t know anything about healthy eating. 

 

My parents thought I’d lost the plot.

 

My partner knew I had.

 

My friends were a mixture of dumbfounded and supportive.

 

My weekly shopping budget went up.

 

My fridge seemed to get smaller.

 

My relationship fell apart. 

 

I lost my plot.

 

Confused? You bet.

 

Scared? Yep.

 

Crazy? Damn straight.

 

Train wreck waiting to happen?  For sure.

 

But through all that, a knowing.  Deep inside.  A KNOWING that this was the path I was meant to follow.  Born to follow!  That if I stuck through it, held on, drank up the good stuff, that it would all work out in the end.

 

Faith.

 

I experimented.  I toiled.  I smoothied.  I researched.  I drank it.  I dehydrated it.  I pondered.  I questioned. 

 

I felt good.

 

I felt awesome.

 

Life started SHIFTING in all kinds of ways.  I discovered that the plot was mine to write.  I had the energy to do it.  The sheer bloody will and determination to choose a better life for myself.   

 

Magic started to unfold and everything sparkled and shined.  For the first time in my life I felt ALIVE.  Vibrant.  Thriving. 

 

I learned what worked.  I learned what DEFINITELY DID NOT WORK.

 

I learned to be flexible.  With myself.  With others.

 

I learned that purists suck ass.

 

I experimented some more.

 

I found my path.  I walked it.  I talked about it.  I wrote books about it.

 

Now I’m here, sharing with you and I’m serious about making this exciting for you.  Not easy, never ask for easy.  Easy means you’re not learning as much as you could.  But I’m here to hold your hand and make this fun, baby.  Sexy fun even! 

 

You need support?  I got your back.

 

You want motivation?  I’m on it.

 

You need someone to be there when it seems like you’re losing the plot?  I.am.here. 

 

Now, enough talk. 

 

Let’s fucking do this!