Friday, September 9, 2011

deadly tofu. and what to do with 82 sticks of butter.

Okay, so nobody wants to die...that's what started my dietary revolt, fear of death, and hatred for
tofu.  Tofu...had it fried, blended, roasted, pressed, baked, and it's still just...frightening, and genetically modified!  Okay, so lets flip this...if you tried to make steak, taste like tofu, how would you think your family would react?  RUN/REVOLT.  Got a little off track, sorry, (tofu-rage)!!!


    So far, my journey to eating more raw food is; semi-veganism-with-smoothies-and-more-salad-and-raw-veggies-than-anyone-I-know-eats....which is definitely a wonderful dietary leap, But......   I am failing at the goal I wanted to achieve.
     To me this journey feels nightmarish... like the old me around holidays, but this holiday is EVERYDAY!!! yikes.
      Successful raw foodism seems to be going straight to all raw foods, cold turkey, (mmm turkey,)  where was I...oh yeah, "WHAT??? I CAN NOT give up soup."  It all started when I got sick...and snowballed in the form of bagels, Gouda, noodles, and beer and toast, leaving a pretty much hilarious mess!  I am still 20.5 pounds lighter, but I am still "OH BEAST," as my fathers German friend, calls it....and I do not want the fat, equivalent to 82 sticks of butter, pressed back onto my body.  I refuse.  Someone scare me again!
      Someone give me a plate of sauteed tofu, a steak, some crisco,  a glass of milk, and The China Study, (fascinating book)...I need fear...it's my gouda.  These things, by the way, really freak me out. kodiakislandrawadventure.blogspot.com\

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