Contributing Monkie Rory Freedman
Published on November 8, 2008
My name is Rory Freedman, and I’m a food addict. There. I’ve said it. Granted, I’m half-kidding. But only half.
A few months ago, I started to feel a little under the weather. And that pretty much never happens to me because I generally take such good care of myself. But I had a few nights that I didn’t get enough sleep, and a couple of days that I didn’t eat well and I smooched a boy I later found out was sick. I’m not blaming him if I was in my usual healthy state, it wouldn’t have mattered. I take full responsibility for having a compromised immune system. (But I do have to say: What kind of an asshole kisses a girl without telling her he’s sick?! Douche bag. Blah, blah, blahI was sick. I didn’t want to take antibiotics; I haven’t taken them in forev. But my body was taking a long time to get well. So I made the decision then and there to do a juice fast. When we eat, our bodies’ energy goes to work on the food, breaking it down and sorting it all out. When we don’t eat, our bodies energy goes to work on us, getting around to all the shit it stored while we were eating. A juice fast would keep me nourished and satisfied, but would allow my body to tackle whatever that dirty boy infected me with.
So I picked a date to start the fast. And then I moved it back. And I set another date. And moved it back. And again and again and again. I always had a good reason: I’m gonna be in a seminar this weekend. I won’t have access to fresh-squeezed juices. I’m gonna have so many leftovers from Thanksgiving. And those are my favorite foods. I have too much food in my fridge. I can’t stand to waste. I came up with so many excuses, that finally my reason was, I’m all better now. I don’t need to fast anymore.
The truth of the matter was, I did not want to give up the joy of eating for seven days. Eating is my greatest pleasure. It makes me sublimely happy. And I eat really well. But I could feel a little, painful truth creeping up on me: I overeat. Oh, and I also eat so fast sometimes that I hold my breath. Now I know some people will say, Who cares, Rory? You eat so well. And you’re so skinny. But that’s totally irrelevant. The point is, when I’m overeating and speed-eating, I’m totally detached from my body and I’m eating for the emotional fulfillment. And that’s Bad News Bears.
So after months of avoiding the fast, I asked myself, Rory, what are you committed to? And the answer was Optimal health. Feeling the absolute best I can feel. So even though I wasn’t sick anymore, I committed to doing the fast. (Because even when you’re well, fasting is really beneficial.)
So I’m happy to say that tomorrow, I’ll be starting a seven-day juice fast!
Will I make it seven days? Will I even make it one? Stay tuned for my next blog to find out!