Raw Yoga.

As if I have not tried it all, I have gone out and put myself on a Raw Food diet to see how my body does. I blame my lesbianism for this. Straight people dont do weird things like this. Straight people play softball and go golfing. Oh, I take that back. I have to find something else to blame. Basically, going raw means that you eat veggies and all food uncooked to maximize your live enzyme intake. Which seems really counter intuitive to me, since you are now eating live enzymes. It is the plant version of a voodoo Adkins diet. Sounds like a PETA nightmare to me. 

I have found though in my short stint so far that my resilience and stanima have both increased. And, I am not talking about my personal energy here. I am talking about my ability to hold in a fart. Yes, imagine eating all raw veggies and grains for a week. Let me repeat. Imagine eating all raw veggies and grains for a week. Compound that eating with an avid yoga schedule and, voila! You now have a skill of holding in farts...anywhere!  My yoga practice has gone from the focus on deepening the stretch and maintaing the balance, to holding in the ramifications of lunch, while twisting and contorting my body in unnatural and air evacuating ways. Talk about focus. I have raw food to thank for that. My focus has increased two fold as, I fold my body into downward facing dog after eating lentil salad  with sprouts. 

Raw yoga, as I now consider it, is not like regular yoga. It is uncooked yoga and it takes far more determination than regular yoga. If you can hold in a fart in horse pose, you can hold in a fart anywhere. 

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[Gab]

Now if only I could learn to hold in my piss while reading this blog entry...