fw: you know you are a rawfoodist when ...

[Guest guest]

I got this from Bob:

 

Someone sent me this list. I can add the following items to it:

 

You know you’re a raw foodist when . . .

 

a) You never buy Kleenex anymore.

 

b) You've forgotten what the inside of a drugstore looks like.

 

c) You rarely need to take out the trash. The rest you can bury.

 

d) You've developed a sudden interest in gardening and farmers' markets.

 

e) Your relatives stop inviting you over for Thanksgiving.

 

f) Your washing machine gets less exercise.

 

g) Your medical insurance has lapsed, and you don't care.

 

h) You keep your kids home on Halloween.

 

Got any more we can add?

 

Bob Avery

 

 

 

You know you’re a raw foodist when . . .

 

You don’t read labels any more.

 

You’re on a mission to try every kind of fruit that grows on Mother

Earth.

 

A dinner salad in a restaurant is an appetizer.

 

You get banned from every “all you can eat” salad bar in the area.

 

You pack your cooler as well as your clothes when you go visiting.

 

The biggest mixing bowl you own has been turned into your personal salad

bowl.

 

You’re glad you never got around to buying a new range.

 

Juicy Fruit isn’t just a brand of gum any more.

 

You don’t stop on the way home from work to pick up milk and bread.

 

Your kitchen looks like the produce section at the local market.

 

You are the produce guy’s best friend or worst nighmare, depending on the

quality of the food.

 

You’re conscious of all the junk food in other people’s baskets.

 

Your oven i additional storage space.

 

You turn the top of your stove into a plant stand.

 

You eat until you are full with a perfectly clear conscience.

 

Your medicine cabinet doesn’t have any medicine in it.

 

You use your quart jars for serving smoothies instead of canning.

 

You say, “Breakfast will be ready in a second” and it really is–in as

much time as it takes to peel a banana.

 

You go down the canned food aisle and feel like you’re in a foreign

country.

 

You forget what’s in the dairy section.

 

The kitchen and the bathroom are your favorite rooms of the house, in

that order.

 

You learn about foods you never knew existed.

 

People always ask if you have a rabbit or monkey at home!

 

You drink a lot of your meals.

 

You never burn yourself fixing dinner.

 

Nothing you eat tastes remotely like chicken.

 

The pounds you’ve dropped will never come back. (Yeah!)

 

You walk down the aisle with all the small appliances and have absolutely

no desire to buy a new crockpot.

 

You see an overweight person and you think, “Cooked food, cooked food.”

 

At first, people are interested in hearing about your lifestyle but after

you talk for a minute or two, their eyes glaze over.

 

Your friends are suspicious because you’re smiling all the time.

 

And your skin glows!

 

You try to think of ways to turn your now unused potholders into a work

of art.

 

You don’t wonder if you turned off the stove and coffee maker.

 

Your hair and clothes don’t smell like fried potatoes and onions (or any

other kind of cooking).

 

You don’t burn your tongue when you’re eating.

 

You don’t have to be concerned about a grease fire burning your house

down.

 

You’re thrilled when there’s a sale on bananas.

 

Don’t know who wrote this but it’s great!

[Guest guest]

.......you have two refrigerators and no stove.......

 

Shari

[Guest guest]

You go on hour-long bike rides and hikes without taking water

 

(I have one about being arrested at a hospital, but I'll share it when it's

over and I feel like laughing about it.)

 

Nick

 

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" SV " <shavig

<RawSeattle >

Friday, December 08, 2006 7:09 AM

Re: [RawSeattle] fw: you know you are a rawfoodist when ...

 

 

> ......you have two refrigerators and no stove.......

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> Shari

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> Visit the Seattle Raw Foods Community: http://rawseattle.org

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[Guest guest]

The house no longer reeks after preparing a meal...

unless, of course, you just prepared durian!

[Guest guest]

Your idea of a fast food joint is the local produce market.

 

You venture into a mainstream supermarket to do some label reading to

prepare for a class (for mainstream folks) and are appalled at the pure

junk that's added to the " food " .

 

You are eternally grateful that you changed your diet so you don't have

to worry (personally) about the pure junk that's added to the " food " .

 

You leave your stove/microwave plugged in/circuit breaker on only

because the clock is in a convenient location.

 

You forget that there's any kind of produce other than " organic " .

 

You live for the farmers markets.

 

Your salads are a work of art.

 

You set up your booth for a holiday bazaar, the space next to you is

vacant, but you walk in the next morning, and right there, over that

once-empty space, is a banner reading " Organic Raw Chocolate " , and your

first thought/words are: " Boy, now I'm in trouble! " (Thanks, Bruce!)

 

You get excited when you see Blossoming Lotus' booth ANYWHERE because

you know that they have an awesome live fudge.

 

Your idea of an awesome treat involves durian and raw cacao.

 

You actually cook a meal for friends/family and remember how much work

it is and how many pots and pans you dirty and how hard it is to clean

them up afterwards.

 

The only animal foods you buy are fresh albacore tuna and salmon and Rad

Cats frozen food for your cats.

 

Your thinking becomes: Yes, I'm raw, what else is there?

 

 

Blessings and Yuletide greetings to all my Seattle friends -

 

Sue

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[Guest guest]

you refer to tofu as " junk food "

[Guest guest]

~~~~ u get 2 think did i eat? instead of i can't wait 2 eat!~~~~

~~~~ u get 2 b comfortable when others r miserable ie. after dead

turkey day~~~~

~~~~ u r havein a blast going to RAWblessings all the time intead of???

 

hugs, dave )~

[Guest guest]

you know your a raw foodist when..

 

your friends ask you to bring back seeds when you travel overseas.

 

the customs beagle at the airport makes you sweat.

 

you call a hot chick 'a banana grower' or for the gals " he can bring

his excalibur over anytime! "

 

the change of seasons mean a change of tastes.

 

you get a pet goat instead of a dog. or are just happy with daily wild

animal experiences.

 

birds come super close to you.

 

butterfly lands on your hand as you pick up a durian.

 

you cant believe people still eat animals or cooked livestock food

purchased at 20 times what the farmers buy it for.

 

on bad days you either go nuts or bananas!

 

you can talk about bodily functions more openly.

 

you spend 500$ a week on touring gourmet raw resturants and dont blink

an eye. just how we used to spend 500$ on a pair of sunglasses that

were made for 2$ in hong kong.

 

you develop a new eating disorder. when you go out to eat, you dis the

order! lol!

 

on the first date you ask em " does anyone in your family have an

organic fruit farm? " or " can we go back to your place and use the vita

mix? " or " what fruit would you like for breakfast? "

 

sitting around with mates, you give the local pizza bar prank calls by

asking for uncooked and organic pizzas.

 

when family and friends poke fun at you, you can just poke their fat.

 

everything just becomes more fun. and if it aint fun you find a way to

make it fun.

 

we find it hard to hang onto 'our story' unless is really positive.

 

we see, feel and understand things we couldnt before we went raw.

 

you enter durian speed eating competitions and win. get paid and on

national television in a country you cant even speak their language.

 

people start to admire you more than you could ever dream of.

 

you learn how to open the dehydrator very quietly so no one busts you

stealing extra crackers.

 

you blame the dog for eating the last piece of raw mud cake.