by L♥lli
5 Oct

Give it to me raw

The last three or so months have been a whirl of extremes.

All it takes is one day of being seriously sick of something or someone to make you crave a change and our impulses start nagging us to break-up, leave, stop, begin, cut out, or introduce.

So maybe there are simple solutions to complicated issues.  But the solution itself is just in theory;  the practice itself is what’s challenging.

It’s because we become so used to our conventions that the small repetitive patterns in life are hardest BY FAR to break.

In practice we rarely challenge our daily routine. ’Old habits die hard,’ to put it mildly.

Some time in July I went to my doctor who told me I would have to stay on a pill for an indefinite period of time because my hormones were “off”.  I had been on it previously and HATED it so I never continued taking it.  Randomly one day I purchased a book on natural healing and became kind of inspired by it.  It’s main message  was: your diet is slowly ruining your health and vitality.  I never thought to worry about my diet, since weight was never a big issue for me and I  never had to deal with a serious disease, but I figured what do I have to lose.

Let me tell you what my lifetime eating habits were. I’ve been a vegetarian for almost twenty years now, but 85% of my diet consisted of refined starches (pastas and breads) and dairy (CHEESE!!), add to that the cooked oils, milk chocolate, and yummy pies – I was definitely giving vegetarians a bad name.

When you hear about the positive impacts that healthy food has on mood, thinking, energy and behavior, the first thing that comes to mind is  “obviously” – an instinct quickly forgotten or ignored.  In reality the effects are not enough to sway the average diet – we are surrounded by an abundance of food, plus the millions of brands, diet fads, and clashing professional opinions etc. – how do we know who to trust these days when we are constantly being bombarded by false claims and paid off research studies.  The supermarkets are filled with foods that aren’t ‘real’ – stuff that is made to taste and feel like food but is really just goo of artificial flavors and textures – toxins, put simply. Fresh vegetables are either eaten as a side dish or cooked to death before they can be considered an entree.  Learning of the linkage between mild and serious ailments and what we put into our bodies is definitely an ‘AHA!’ moment.

So I went vegan. I went unprocessed.  I went completely plant-based. I went Green Juice. I went 75% raw food. Call it what you want, I prefer ‘rad healthy’.  Truth is, I still feel like I’m climbing a huge mountain. Here and there I succumb to certain cravings, but for the most part I no longer want most of the foods I used to love.

Clearly it takes more than a few months to undue damage that has been done over a twenty year period, but put aside the physical changes (all for the better in my opinion), my energy is better, my mood is much more stable, and my mind seems much clearer. The best part -  knowing that I may not have to take any medications in the near future or hopefully EVER.

My pre-med cousin says it could be a placebo effect, and I’m sure there’s something to that (I’m all for mind-over-matter), but if there is one sure way of knowing anything, it’s when you experiment on yourself. My body doesn’t lie to me and until it tells me differently, I will keep feeding it only the best.

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by L♥lli
2 Jun

Something to contemplate

Crab dance

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by L♥lli
10 Sep

Timothy ‘Speed’ Levitch

‘Greenwich Village – One of those rare districts that occurs once in a while in human history. Fear – a basic theme of all of our lives; constantly afraid along the streets of Greenwich Village, under threat of assassination and the assassins are our dream’s triumphant. The byproducts of such pursuit: creativity and radicalization, which are  further themes of Greenwich Village lineage’ – TL

I’ve never been tempted to get on one of those double-deck sightseeing buses just to cruise (more of a crawl) through my home of 13 years  – but after listening to this tour guide’s poetic perceptions of Manhattan I might just give it a chance. Timothy ‘Speed’ Levitch’s maxims might seem theatrical at first but when you consider them in context make perfect sense.  He doesn’t just tell you about the city, he makes love to her history (too bad his voice isn’t as sensual) -  expressing moments of ‘umph’ as he stares at Terra-Cotta architecture, often comparing structures to female anatomy while trying to reveal the creator’s instinct. Mr. Levitch is now a self-proclaimed history buff, philosopher, actor, tour guide and as he calls himself psychogeographer. At one point he explains the rough divorces he goes through with the city – that ’she’, like a gorgeous, angry, irrational woman, puts him down a lot – this was in ‘98.  He no longer lives in NY (though he does return for the occasional tour guiding) so the only way go on his tour now is to see Bennet Miller’s documentary and the reason for this recommendation – “The Cruise” .



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by L♥lli
5 Jul

Let’s go get lost

I have a hate/love relationship with the country; I love it during day – while the sun is out there is so much to keep you active (hiking, swimming, boating… etc.), it kind of gives you a different energy and an overall feeling of well-being.  Then night comes and it becomes clear how isolated you are; when you are sitting in a cabin with insects around you and the closest bar is 20 miles north and probably completely empty, and the only thing really keeping you sane is whatever good company you came with and the fact that in a few days you’ll be back to the hustle and bustle. Can’t help being a city slicker..

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by L♥lli
3 Jul

Getaway

Fruits, Camera, and a Waterfall

I’m off to the mountains

Happy 4th of July people! stay independent..



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by L♥lli
22 Jun

‘A happy death’

What if I left the hustle and bustle to a place where serenity rules,
where nature and minimalist living replace the trifling exertions of metropolis.  Images put in my head by idealized scenes in books and movies; Albert Camus’ small village by the sea, where roses flourish even around concrete and the water is a true azure…Would it really make a great difference? Or is travel, as Emerson said, a fool’s paradise; a search for beauty on the outside when really the only way to find it is to carry it inside..
Just some food for thought.

ph. Jennifer Cox

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