raw beef. it’s what’s for breakfast.

Shalom Yentas!

So I made a new video just a little while ago, and I cited Jennifer McLagen, the author of Fat: An Appreciation of a Misunderstood Ingredient, as the person who inspired me to eat raw beef for breakfast this morning.

But it wasn’t Jennifer, as much as I recommend her book and agree with her food philosophy. Sorry for the mix up! It was Real Food author Nina Planck who said, and I quote,

The thing that I think is funny is the raw-food people. They have it exactly right—nutrients are destroyed when you cook food. But they have the foods upside down. We should be cooking broccoli and carrots to make them more nutritious. And we should be eating raw beef, raw fish, raw egg yolks in Caesar salads, and raw milk.

There it is folks. Click the quote to read the whole article, and watch the video below with a grain of Celtic sea salt, because this Body Yenta is a little confused today. Excuses? Sure! It’s Monday! Boot camp kicked my ass this morning. The seafood and broccoli rabe my menschy man made us for dinner last night kept threatening to make an encore today and it was YUCKY.

Don’t try this with shitty ass beef from elise a. miller on Vimeo + Elise’s chicken stock recipe!

AND! I stayed up way too late over the weekend, something I’ve been doing more than I’d like to. I crawled into bed slightly stressed, it was hard to wake up this morning, and when I finally arose, I immediately started fantasizing about naps.

This tells me what my “little self-sabotagey thing” is, and I highly recommend you be on the lookout for yours. I admit it—I stay up too late. I fuck with my sleep. And when sleep is messed up, metabolism gets messed up. Appetite goes wacky. And you can actually gain fat. Read more about why sleep is so important here. It’s always like, I know better. I KNOW BETTER. So why am I fucking myself over?

I think there is one major reason and it goes like this:

OMG holy shit, I’m actually starting to see results. My body is really changing and starting to look how I’ve wanted it to look for the past twenty-five years! I’m so psyched. And yet. I feel weirdly agitated. Kind of scared. Because if I keep going, I’m FINALLY going to have the body of my DREAMS. Will that make me—well, not ME anymore? Will it change me on like, a cellular level? And what will I work toward then? What will I kvetch about then? OH GOD, WHO WILL I BECOME?

We’re talking identity crisis city, folks. It’s a scary thing.

The proper course of action is to—

KEEP GOING. THROUGH FEAR.

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FEEL THE FEAR AND DO IT ANYWAY.

Amen. (Moment of silence.)

I also admit to spending *probably* too much time fucking around on the internet. Take last night for example. I just HAD to create a Pinterest account. Since “eliseamiller” was taken as a username, I went with “felicejkiller” and hereby pronounce it my fierce-n-fancy doppelganger handle. Of course I made a Body Yenta page, to, um, help me with the sabotagey thing I was doing at that very moment! And I stayed up till midnight doing it.

Shalom y’all. And—Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

XOBY