Startled by the unexpectedly holistic simplicity into which the Gerson way has catapulted me. Socialising, eating out, snacks and treats – forget them. Tea-pots/cups/plates: no longer necessary. Packaged and processed foods, bottled water and other drinks: things of the past. Suddenly I don’t really need anything. Left alone with a bunch of carrots and potatoes, a heap of apples and oranges, and a heck of a lot of salad. Needful implements: 1 juicer, 1 water distiller, 1 juice glass, 1 bowl, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 1 small casserole, 1 saucepan. I never realized so much of my life and thought revolved around food.
I didn’t associate Gerson with possessions; but it has, at a stroke, made a whole raft of paraphernalia into mere impedimenta.
Clearing, clearing, clearing; thoughts, feelings, necessities.
Because of the insistence on organic fruit and vegetables – and organic oats – there are fair-trading and ethical and environmental implications, too. The most straightforward way for me is to order a delivery from Abel & Cole, who source ethically from (mostly) local farms with minimal and (mostly) re-usable packaging. So, not even grocery shopping to do.
One choice – Gerson – has, at a stroke, integrated and aligned a plethora of options and decisions, like the ripples from a pebble dropped into a pool, going all the way out to the edge and back again.
I’m disconcerted by the mental quiet too; the interior evenness and stability effected by vegetables, after a lifetime of the spikes and chaos engendered by sugar. All hushed.
Other things that once amused/entertained me have also lost their savour. There was a time (a while ago, admittedly) when I enjoyed women’s magazines; and also clothes shopping. Now I love the clothes I always wear – same old same old, t-shirts and fleeces, long full skirts, boots, sandals or plimsolls. Women’s magazines with their preoccupations – food, sex, fashion, image, disease and angst – bore me.
I don’t want to go anywhere, read anything, make anything.
It is as though the whole world has gone quiet. Silence. Thoughts. Fire. Wind. Rain. Stillness. Vegetables. Juice. Light. Clouds.
Odd. A sense of detachment and almost indifferent calm. And at night, the most vivid and powerful dreams.