My transformation into an organic vegan all pretty much began by going raw in 2012; I was in the Philippines, working with Nomadic Hands, and I decided to join my host on her raw food diet for a month – I called it an ‘experiment’, I did it for no other reason than fun and convenience, and I kept a diary of what went on. I had no idea it would be a lifechanger, both in how I eat and how I think. But it was. This is from my diary.
Originally published January 16, 2012 – ‘I’m on a raw food diet,’ she said to me, probably within 5 minutes of me arriving at the house in Talisay, eyes sparkling, almost skipping in her walk as she handed me a freshly blended smoothie of mango and banana.
‘I’ve been on it for two weeks and I feel great, I’m no longer sick, I feel more dynamic and creative and I’ve lost loads of weight! Wanna join?’
I had just landed in the Philippines from 30 hours of travel and after a fabulous array of airline meals, the matter of food was, indeed, of interest to me.
See, I’m a great eater, it is one of my dearest pleasures, it is a reliable pleasure, my days are broken up into meals, I go from one to the next.
So my first question was, naturally, ‘Pardon??? You’re on a what???’
‘A raw food diet, you only eat raw food, nothing cooked.’
I thought about it.
So it is like being a vegetarian… who doesn’t cook. Just salads?
I also like to think that I am an open ‘taster’, I will try new things. So I said that I’d give it a go.
Firstly, a fresh salad sounded perfect to me at that very moment.
Secondly, Simone was my host in a country I didn’t know – I wanted to piggy back on her meals. Truth be told, I had no idea where else I would find my food at this point.
She presented me with the lushest of salads! It was green, a mix of leaves I had never seen before, and they all had individual tastes and crunches that were just delicious!
I really did like it and a bit of a diet wouldn’t harm me.
WOW, of all the places I’d imagined this journey was going to take me, I hadn’t thought of a nutrition spa – and so I dug my way through the salad.
One thought did cross my mind, though: what about my comfort food?
‘Oh, I know, I loooooove pasta too!’, she said, ‘And I’ve heard about a way to make it raw!’
Oh, good… I hoped!
‘We can grate vegetables, like pumpkins, very finely. Then we make a tomato-based sauce to put on it. Like pasta! I’ve never done it before, so we’ll try it tomorrow!’
Erm… say again? Pumpkins? Instead of De Cecco? I’m not so sure about that…
And so the raw food experiment begins.