Giving Up The Struggle
It was my birthday last week. Another year faded away into happy memories. My honeyman took me out for dinner and we had a nice quiet evening at home. I love my birthday because inevitably people that I’ve lost touch with come back into my life that day to wish me a happy day… or they sneak back in a few days later with belated wishes. It’s all good 
I had a cute note on my Facebook wall from my giggly-girlie friend, Tera, and it made me realize that I no longer struggle with being raw. I used to have such a time of it but about five months ago, I went gluten-free and as a result, almost 90% raw.
It’s odd but I used to try so hard to be raw. To follow the recipes and menu planners laid out by experts. I’d start a cleanse or declare my intention to be raw, all the while knowing that I wouldn’t fully commit… and then beating myself up about it when I didn’t stick to my plan.
But that all stopped earlier this year. I just gave up the struggle. I made the decision to go gluten-free January 1st and it was the smoothest transition ever. I went on a great 30-day cleanse and dropped a few pounds and inches and then started to experiment again in the kitchen. Left to my own devices, I drank a lot of smoothies and ate a lot of salads and fruit. Before I realized it, two months had passed and not one cooked meal had settled in my tummy.
When you feel good about the food you eat and how it makes you feel, it’s easy to give up the struggle. It’s hard to explain exactly how I finally became successful. I just woke up one morning and knew that it was the day I was going to change my diet. And I did.
I stopped struggling with myself and accepted that I was in charge of what I put in my body. That no one could guilt me into eating what I didn’t care to eat. That I have enough nutritional knowledge and experience to make sure I get enough food in my body.
There are no rules, only love of self and the maturity to know that if I want a burger, I can eat that burger… and not beat myself up for it.
Happy birthday me… weclome to adulthood