I'm Chicken--bawk, bawk...

I've been reading a blog about a young lady who suffers from depression and anxiety (like someone else I know.) She's been on a raw food diet for the last month and claims that she's "cured." (Though she didn't word it that way. She did say she's totally depression and anxiety free for the first time since 4th grade or something like that.)

Now, I'd do almost anything not to feel the toxic blackness and anxiety that I feel daily. I guess I just don't have faith. I love me breads, potatoes, Diet Coke, cheese, cottage cheese--Well, you name it--if it's not on a raw food diet, I love it. I do eat tons of fruit and vegetables. I don't eat a lot of sugar, and I try to eat whole wheat stuff. But as I understand it, if you commit to raw 100% then you don't eat grain or dairy and I'm pretty sure Diet Coke isn't considered a raw food either. Psh! So narrow minded--these raw people.

Rick is my personal trainer. (He carries the Diet Coke and watermelon in from the car, motivates me to ride bikes and swim, and generally is proud when I do anything athletic.) Believes that these raw people might think they are being helped so, therefore, they are. You know: if you believe it will occur. Because the raw eaters have faith that their diet choices will influence their psyche, it does...

Though he's not a doctor--put the lime in the coconut--he is pretty smart about practical and basic things. However, the man has never been depressed a day in his life. He gets anxious but it manifests itself in high octane, mad crazy action for him. When he's worried he just attacks his concern head on and usually pushes through the problem. I, on the other hand, stew and muddle and stress and become paralyzed with my worries. I spin my wheels worse than Kyle Busch doing a burn out after a win. (hahah--only funny if you're a NASCAR fan, and I'm not even sure about them. But I think it's a humorous image, so just run with it for now.)

Daughter tried organic for a while to help Blakers and his problems that are a little like ADHD and autism all mixed together. She's given him raw milk and no milk and no grains and whatever the literature says. We didn't see much difference in his behavior or demeanor. And it tends to be expensive.

Especially impractical since the Rick man isn't gonna go along with this raw business. I'm lucky that he eats the vegetables and fruits that he does. Unless a rare steak, a burger, ice cream, and Cheetos are the heart of a diet, he will definitely not go there. And he's a worse Diet Coke-aholic than I am.

So, I don't really know why I'm asking you. I think I want you to tell me that any extreme is probably unnecessary. That moderation and sensible eating is probably more reasonable. That if I exercise more and get out and push through the dark times that will probably help more than any restrictive format. That I could cut back on DC and punch up the fruit and veggies and that'd probably be just as effective. Maybe that's the "sensible Jo" speaking. Maybe she hopes you'll agree with her and tell her that you don't think it's good to go cold turkey off the foods she loves. There is so little that brings me true comfort. Besides my family, pets, religion, and my home, food is just about my only love. Oh, well, there's NASCAR and reading, blogging and...but you know what I mean.

If you don't comment, I'll understand. This is kind of a loony tune post anyway. But I'll throw it out there and hope you don't leave me as a reader. Last week when all the followers disappeared from Blogland, I was sure for a long time that it was just me that was friendless. Then Holly came on with her humor and insight and I realized there was a mass psychotic-inducing episode of Follower Failure. Do you thing Blogger has an investment in Prozac or raw foods? Sneaky suckers. Ya just never know.

I'll end this with the strains of "doo doo, dum, dum" (the Twilight Zone theme??)-- Spell checker really hates that rendition of the theme song. OK, I'm closing this now. Please, HELP ME!! I need guidance, y'all. I trust your psychiatric advice. And for that I'm truly anxious.