I was always very passionate about environmental issues and "saving the world". As early as 16 I was volunteering at an environmental organization and for certain periods of my life it was almost a 24/7 thing. BIG actions had to be taken. RIGHT NOW. QUICK.
It didn't take me long to realize there was something out of place. Many of the people I most admired and considered my environmental mentors seemed cheerful on the ouside, but in truth their lives were crumbling. They did impressive "green deeds", but didn't have time for their own spouses and children. Most of their life was dedicated to environmentalism, but there was a bitterness to them, as if they were carrying a dark cloud right above their heads. And despite their great deeds, many didn't have enough energy to take smaller green steps in their daily lives. Some had health issues such as depression, obesity, and high blood pressure.
I can't even say these people didn't practice what they preached, because they did a lot (and still do) and due to them my corner of the world is certainly better and greener. However, they paid a huge price for it in their own lives and some became so bitter and pessimistic as to almost forget their true relationship with nature - that we and the Earth are one.
One day I was talking to another raw foodist and she was telling me this story about an environmentalist she met. He was ranting about all the big problems of the world - climate change, pollution, and the like - "and then went out and bought a plastic bottle of pasteurized, 'dead' orange juice". She just couldn't understand how an environmentalist could pollute his own body - the environment closest to him.
I confess I haven't always thought of it in that way. In the past I believed everything started small, in our own homes, but other than the vegetarian/vegan debate on cruelty against animals, I had never really stopped to think about the environmental impact of our diet.
And there is more to what starts in our own homes. A few years ago I used to host a discussion group on "citizenship and quality of life" here in Brazil and one day while discussing education a middle school teacher shared an impressive story. At the time she taught at a school in a low income and extremely violent area. The kids were much older than their classes' age and were very hard to handle. Teachers often received life threats. She tried to be patient and caring and to understand their problems, but she confessed sometimes it was hard.
One day a student from another class killed another student after school, with a knife. I belive they were around 14 years old. She was profoundly disurbed by the fact, of course, and kept thinking of how it could have been avoided. What is it that the boy needed that day - a caring word, a little bit of extra attention, or even just a smile?
From then on she began to be extra attentive with her students and would always ask how they were, what was going on at home, etc., and try to help as best as she could. The class' behavior improved visibly, but there was this one boy who only seemed to get worse and it was clearly personal. No matter what she did to please him, he only seemed to hate her more.
One day when she couldn't take it any longer, she decided to keep him after class for some talk. She asked point blank why he hated her and treated her so badly. He was taken by surprise and stopped to think for a moment. Right then it downed on him that it had nothing to do with her. He had never realized it before, but she looked exactly like his stepmother, who treated him very cruelly.
After that their relationship was great and, needless to say, he flourished in class. Yet what if she had been drawn into his negativity and just fought back? What if she really took it personally and responded just as aggresively? I don't even want to think about what could have happened...
The reason I brought in this example was to show how "small", positive attitudes can make a big difference in many situations. Every day it becomes clearer to me how we are NOT going to truly change the world by being bitter or with attitudes like "I'm better than you because I'm greener and eat healthier or am 100% raw". The change has to happen within and the only way we can help is by being respectful to each person's path and setting an example without even expecting anything in return. Environmentally, big actions, laws, etc., are important, but they will only make complete sense when each person has internalized them.
"But there will be no time to wait for everyone to internalize these things", some people will think. It is sad to say, but I feel many people will only learn after great disasters happen. We are being quite preposterous when we say we should try to save the world, when we cannot even destroy it completely - unless someone invents this ultra-mega powerful weapon that would crumble the planet into pieces, I believe the world will certainly get rid of us first. Most environmentalists won't admit to this even under torture (me included in the past), but I feel we are really trying to save our own skins.
This does NOT mean we don't have a HUGE NEGATIVE IMPACT on the Earth. We most certainly do. Yet the Earth knows how to take care of itself. All the new or more rapidly spreading diseases that are linked to environmental issues is just a teeny example (see the book "Having Faith: An Ecologist's Journey into Motherhood", for example). NOT that the Earth is consciously creating ways to get rid of human beings, but there are surely signals to make us rethink our lives and practices.
A thought that usually complements the "there will be no time" logic is "since there's no time anyway, I might as well blow it too and do whatever I feel like as long as I can" (in an environmentally unsound way, that is) - also known as "the social trap" among social scientists. I could right a whole post on that but, simply put, I don't want to know I'm part of the destruction process, even if I were certain everything is doomed. Many people have found that finding an Earth-friendly path is not only a way to help the planet, but also a way to learn and grow personally, as a family, and as a community.
There are hundreds of examples of that online, but one I can think of now is the blog These Days in French Life, which recounts the story of a family who embarked on a non-consumerism journey. It did not even start for environmental reasons, and in the author's words:
"I am having fun with it, discovering so much about myself and our planet along the way and hopefully inspiring my close circle of friends and readers to do the same. We are happier, more content with what we have and cherish each other and what nature give us without the constraints of money in our lives.
"Also, I feel more grounded and in touch with 'mamie' who lived through some tough times and I am discovering her world and past generations traditions along the way. I feel very blessed to have stumbled upon this through the slow year."
What could be better than that? A slow, harmonious, satisfying way to live life - and anyone can find their own special way to do it if they wish. The extra bonus of leaving a lighter footprint on the planet, regardless of the possibility of future "doom".
. In sum, I am an eager advocate of "saving the world from the inside out" by giving importance to positivity, stoping and feeling a connection to the Earth, finding our path (even if it means taking "only" small steps), learning along the way, and setting a loving example. How about starting NOW? :)
If you have been investigating your eating habits, it is not new to you that food is more often used to supply our psychological needs than our physical needs. I have already written here about how we use food as a way of numbing ourselves from situations and feelings we do not want to face. Now, after several months analyzing how I use my food as an "anesthetic", I have lately been shifting my focus to another aspect of emotional eating that is more related to filling in my voids than to trying to hide my sore thumbs.
I am not referring to the kind of unexplainable voids we feel sometimes: those vague sensations that tell you something is not really in place (the way I imagine a mid-life crisis might taste like - pun intended!). What I refer to is a lack of pleasurable things in life, the inability to find or feel pleasure in our daily activities, or even the inability to believe we deserve to feel such pleasure. Yet life is today, life is now, and if we're not enjoying this moment, when do we expect to?
The point I am trying to get to is the following: if you have nothing to look forward to in your day, you're going to find something - anything - to fill in that void. And if you're like me, that thing might just be some less-than-healthy "comfort" food. So, what exactly is "missing" in your day?
I put "missing" in quotes because - in theory at least - I believe we should be able to find enjoyment in life no matter what. To me happiness is something that comes from within and not the other way around. Unfortunately for many people (myself included), it is not always that simple, and on our journey to "nirvana" we end up using some crutches along the way. So much the better if they are of the healthy kind...
I'll give my example here in case other people might relate. For a while I had been working on (and succeeding) quite well in feeling happy regardless of the moment I was living and being positive about the fruit I would be harvesting in the near future (literally and non-literally in this case! :)). Then certain aspects of my present life started to weigh on me and I started to rely on (junk) food again. I must admit that eating certain foods have recently become the "high point" of my days again - even though I feel quite crappy afterwards. Which has also made me realize I must do things I really love every single day and not wait for the "perfect moment".
Right now I feel somewhat stuck. I am living in a place I rather not (and cannot move just this moment), I am working on something that wasn't exactly what I dreamed of (and can't leave it just this moment either), and my financial situation isn't exactly the best. I am also involved in a web of things I got into over the years and that will take a while to disentangle from.
I hate to complain about my life; first because I am lucky to have a wonderful family and second because I live in a country where it would be an understatement to say that most people are less fortunate than myself. Yet I also hate to have to conform to a sub-optimal situation because of the sort of "universal guilt" or whatnot that women often love to carry.
Rationally, I know that I am slowly moving towards a better picture, but sometimes it just seems to be taking too long. Thus the feeling of being stuck: to get to where I want I must do several things I rather not do, so I procrastinate and end up taking even longer and because I feel guilty that I'm not doing what I should be doing. Consequently, I also end up sabotaging what I truly love to do.
To sum it up, although I have known this rationally for a long time, only now has it really clicked that if I want to keep emotional eating down I must make time everyday to do things that bring me pleasure. My life is now and I can't spend it solely doing chores and working on stuff I don't like that much. Not only for myself, but also for the people around me that I love – I am certainly a better mother, wife, daughter, friend, etc. when I am happier!
To me, some of the things that bring me pleasure and help me live a more harmonious life are: writing, exercising, spending time with my son without worrying about all the chores I have to do, and moments of solitude when I can just be. That way it is much easier to eat what really nourishes me instead of using food to numb myself or to fill in my voids.
And you, what is pleasurable things are missing in your day?
Today I wanted to write a special post in gratitude to the universe. First of all I would like to say I am grateful for my whole life experience, good and "bad" parts. Yet today I would like to focus specifically on my experience with food and raw foods and everything I have learned on this journey towards eating more healthily and freeing myself from emotional eating and binging. And since it hasn't been "perfect" (in the sense that I have gone back and forth a lot between eating well and not-so-well), I feel thankful that I began this journey while still young and healthy enough for my body to endure the food rollercoaster it has been going through.
T H A N K Y O U ! ! ! ! !
Where I live
in a sudden fit of curiosity,
or need to fill
an unexpected pause in conversation,
well-meaning people ask me where I live.
I used to tell them, depending on my mood
and how much I thought
they really wanted to know, any of the following: Two hours north of Manhattan,
A batch of pink mangoes, fresh from a friend's yard.
Yes, the title sounds corny but I couldn't help it. It is mango season now and over the past few months I have been in awe of all the huge, flowering mango trees all around city and country.
Once I heard that mango trees have a special sort of energy that can even replenish and cure a dying person if you hug them a certain way. I don't know whether it is true or not, but they are certainly have a particular kind of presence I can't exactly put into words. For those of you who never saw one face to face, they are huge (up to 40 m high and about 10 m wide). I wish I could insert a photo here that would give an idea of their stature, but I still haven't been able to capture that in picture. When I look at them and stop to seriously think about how they are live beings just myself and probably have a certain level of awareness of my presence (as in The Secret Life of Plants) it just blows my mind.
I confess that mangoes were never amongst my most apreciated fruit, but when I was a child there was a mango tree that shaded my house and I loved to climb on the roof to play and pick my own mangoes to eat right there. Although mangoes are not native to Brazil, they are everywhere here in the northeastern region, and a decade or so ago people would laugh if they saw mangoes for sale - if you didn't have one in your own yard, a neighbor or friend surely would.
Mangoes are tropical trees originally from southern and southeastern Asia. According to the website Fresh Mangos.com, more mangoes are eaten fresh than any other fruit in the world. They are an excellent source of vitamins A and C, potassium, beta carotene, anti-oxidants, and fiber, besides being simply delicious!
This won't interest all raw foodists, but here in Brazil some people enjoy eating unripe mangoes with salt! I used to eat that as a child too, but I just can't imagine myself doing that today! It has an extremely acidic taste that brings a shiver to the spine.
A tastier recipe :) for those of you that are into nut mylk is simply to grab a few mangoes, peel them and squeeze the juice to be mixed with your favorite mylk. It is very tasty and is also great exercise for people who spend a lot of time on the computer. Another recipe that is ready in just a few minutes is the following:
Summer mango smoothie
(Yes, it is summer down here!!)
Blend: - Flesh of one mango - Juice from one tangerine - One pear - Cold water and/or ice