So. TemplePatch came back. Rude! I know stress exacerbates it and poor diet doesn’t help, especially my habit for not wanting to make any Haribos feel left out by leaving them in the packet… When I was younger, as in in my yout’, I was fuelled by Kale. Curly Kale. Meat was dished out sparingly unless it was after Church lunch, weddings and Christmas. As a child, your lot comprised of meat-gravy or if you’d done well in school or you were unwell, you’d find a ‘rogue’ piece of meat under your greens! We drank copious amounts of water, mainly because of the heat but also because juice was for guests or special occasions because Heaven forbid a visitor come round and there wasn’t any Mazoe. (Preferably the Cream Soda or raspberry ones because Orange made the inside of your throat itchy, resulting in unbecoming throat clearing in an attempt to ‘scratch’ it). I felt healthier. I WAS healthier. I was a half decent athlete, headaches were occasional, and despite the Teen angst, I was at peace. Once I turned 20-10, the migraines became frequent, the Alopecia fearless, my skin dull and my mind was never at rest. Many of my Veganite friends encouraged me to examine my diet and encouraged some honest self reflection and a return to faith. Because for me, faith works. I just need to remember to let go and allow faith to work for me as opposed to trying to make it work. So today, I return to the Kale, water, the fruit: the less processed everything. To the less of anything that caused my mind to clutter, my vision to fail or my faith to falter. So thank you, Rhonda, Tony, Tandy and Lani. Day one. I wonder if sipping meat-juice counts as eating meat...
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