Once upon a time,
I ate cooked meat. I hated it, and I wondered why I had to cook it. It was dry and powdery. Even grass fed meat seemed to give me acne, but I knew I needed meat. I craved meat. I even tried frozen veal liver. I hated the texture of the cooked liver, yet my body craved liver.
I would often bring grass fed meat from whole foods, and they would smell so fresh and sweet. It was sad that I couldn't just eat it raw (or can I?).
As I prepared the pots and turned on the stove, I would sadly look at the sweet, bright red slabs and think, "I didn't pay $10 just so I can turn that into leather.."
I researched more, and eventually found the idea of eating raw meat appealing. However, despite thinking about my persistant health issues, I never got the push towards raw meat.
However, looking at the beautiful Inger (and reading about her transformation on Jack Kruse), I gave raw meat more thought. A few minutes later, I watched the TLC Freaky Eater's Raw Meat guy, who looked incredible. I concluded that if the guy from the show can eat even the cheapest cuts of meat from CAFO factories (which sounded like eternal diarrhea right there), then grass-fed meat must be a non-issue.
I know this is shallow but hey, beauty is a signal of health: these raw meat people are hot so they must be doing something right. I am sold!
During the holidays, I was like screw it and ate raw lamb instead of cooking it. It was like warm sashimi in my mouth. I didn't feel sick nor die, so I continued little by little.
Today, I tried fresh raw liver as well. The texture was smooth and the mouthfeel felt nice. Chewing on the liver felt weird but I can get used to it. It even tasted good, savory and sweet even though there's that hint of odor (like when you drive across the countryside). But it's okay.
My body's craving for the formerly wretched liver was answered.
So here I am.
I am struggling with:
PCOS - Endometriosis - Rheumatoid Arthritis - Candida - Acne - PTSD
Funny how if you have one, you tend to have many other illnesses.