Day 2 of being raw has given me increased energy already, however at the end of the day (it’s about 11pm as I write this…) I am starting to get headaches and nausea. I guess this is the beginning of the detox stage of going raw. Some say it can be as bad as getting flu-like symptoms. Hopefully I can keep all of that at bay with a little exercise and lots of water.
I’ve learned through past failed attempts at dieting and fasting that it is important to keep sight of one’s goals when deciding to make a lifestyle change. So I thought I should go ahead and vocalize my goals for staying raw for 30 days. Vocalizing makes the goals more concrete. Perhaps, if anyone reads this besides me, I will have some others who will help to keep me focused. With that in mind, my reasons for doing 30 days of raw food is:
- Need mental clarity to make some decisions — both professional and personal. While I love my job as an advisor at a community college, I don’t like the long hours of being in an office. I want to be more creative. I have been thinking about food businesses such as being a personal chef, or even leading food tours. I hope to gain more direction by the end of June.
- To feel healthier, feel better. I am tired of being tired. I have had a dream of becoming a runner for about a year. I have done some jogging here and there, but no real schedule was put together. This is the time for me to become more serious about becoming more of the athlete I see in my dreams.
- Get rid of fibroids and hopefully improve fertility. I will have to dedicate a few posts to my fibroid nightmare that led to surgery. I am sure there are loads of other women who have suffered through this horrible indignity. I would like to share information on where fibroids come from, the modern ways of treating them that make women even sicker than what they already were, as well as some real natural treatments that may help to alleviate the suffering through a commitment to changing one’s lifestyle.
- Diminish my chances of getting breast cancer (as well as other cancers). My mother died of breast cancer at age 49 in 2006. I was with her on the weekends in New Jersey (I live in DC) to essentially help her die as comfortably as possible during the last several months of her life. The pain I saw her go through in her final months is something I would never wish on my worst enemy.
I hope to continue to stay with me as I talk about a lot of these issues that have been on my mind for a long time.