Really, Folks: A Raw Vegan Diet Ain't So Bad
Dominique Boubion Good enough to gorge on
There is one thing that a person on any kind of diet will advise, and that is to be prepared. When hunger strikes, rash decisions are made.
I recently decided to try a new diet for three weeks after a little research. I learned that eating a raw vegan diet -- a diet consisting of mostly, if not exclusively, raw plant products -- could be the key to optimal health and longevity. Eating vegetables is good for you, yeah, but the concept behind the diet is that once foods are cooked past 118 degrees, their nutrients and enzymes begin to break down, reducing the benefits from the food eaten, and toxins begin to form. In a meta-analysis of existing scientific studies, Cornell Professor Emeritus T. Colin Campbell and Dr. Thomas M. Campbell II found that a plant-based diet could even reverse heart disease and certain cancers, among other things.
In other words, the farmers market is the fountain of youth. All that is required is a little self-discipline.
Dominique Boubion A lifesaver
But eating raw vegan isn't easy.
My first obstacle was being home, especially around dinner time. I tried to eat before I got home, or I brought groceries to make a salad, but if I didn't do either one of these things, the small of food sizzling on the skillet had the upper-hand.
Besides the temptation, explaining to my family -- especially my mom -- why I was only eating raw foods was worst. While steaming crab-stuffed ravioli and boiling a can of marinara sauce, she worried about me out loud. She -- like many others -- thinks that someone who only eats raw and vegan foods will become faint and feeble, which is ironic, given studies prove otherwise.
That night my sister complained of stomachaches that she attributed to the ravioli.
I smiled, smugly.
The next big challenge came on the fifth day, when I visited my grandma.
By now, cravings for cooked foods had returned. I kept them at bay, but I knew that I stood no chance if I went to my grandma's hungry. I stopped at Mother's Market and Kitchen for a quinoa salad and a tomato cucumber salad. I also knew that if my grandma made food, and I didn't eat it that she would both be worried and, even worse, offended, so I decided to monopolize our time and disguise my diet as a food adventure.
I stopped at the farmer's market and bought bell peppers, cucumber, carrot, cilantro, basil, and rice paper. We were going to make spring rolls.