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| Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. (Swedish proverb) |
Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.
(Sicilian proverb) |
Your friend is that man who knows all about you, and still
likes you. (Elbert Hubbard) |
You can always tell a real friend; when you've made a fool of
yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job. (Laurence J. Peter) |
Friends are family you choose for yourself. |
| 2005 January February March April May June July August September October November December 29th September, 2005 September was the month of learning about my addictions. I allowed myself to experience my cooked food addictions and made myself really sick. This was a necessary step for me to realize that it is all in my mind. My body does not want cooked foods, it does not need them either. The reactions to eating cooked foods always include me feeling tired, intoxicated, having disturbed sleep, my skin becomes less clear. Even if I eat so called "healthy foods" like rice and beans, not only I do not feel so well, but also these foods leave my unsatisfied, no matter how much of them I eat. Despite the array of unpleasant symptoms, I find that my cooked experiences are important. Partly, because I learn that I do not like them. But, more importantly, because, rather then follow a strict set of rules, I have the freedom to experience whatever I chose, and it is my own will that drives me, and not the fear of not being perfect. I would hate eating raw foods for the sake of it being the proper choice. I love eating raw foods because they are delicious and they make me feel damn great. next |