My diet fucking rocks. I would not have said this a week ago. I definitely would not have said this a month ago, when I was running after myself with an orange essence air freshener, while fantasizing about hand-killing chickens. But something happened last week, after just shy of a month of my hard-core, vegan-plus, cancer-busting diet:
My body settled in. Suddenly everything was really calm. In a profound way. Not just that my system stopped yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!” but a mind-body-spirit calm permeated throughout me.
Which is not all that surprising, considering what I have learned about dairy recently. Did you know that the highest incidence of osteoporosis is in countries with the highest intake of dairy, and that the lowest incidence is in countries with the lowest intake of dairy? So much for getting one’s calcium from a glass of cow’s milk.
Plus, as I found out, dairy is like sugar in that it’s got addictive chemical compounds that basically mess up your body’s circuits and leave you fucked like a cheese crack addict. Which I totally was. Just days before taking on this diet, in fact, I tweeted about how happiness defined was a loaf of fresh whole grain bread, a big fat hunk o’ cheese, and a dark chocolate bar. Yummm…
Anyhow, I’m feeling amazing, I’m losing weight, my skin is clearing up, and – get this – all my wanky food behaviors are gone. Like that. After a lifetime of circling through compulsive overeating, binge eating, anorexia, mild bulimia, and hard-core exercise bulimia, I suddenly don’t think about food, except when I’m hungry. And then it’s a very calm tuning-in to my body, figuring out what I need from the super healthy choices in my kitchen, and going about preparing it – with all the creativity and excitement of a mad scientist at work.
So while I started off on this diet with the intention of shrinking my nodule and celebrating with a big fat slab of stake, I think this diet just might be a keeper.