Primal Mothering in a Modern World, Chapter 6
|"The plant-eaters still form at the present time,
as they have always done, the great majority of
animals on earth. The most highly developed
plant eaters are fruit eaters; the highest fruit
eater is the human being."
Dr. O.L.M. Abramowski, Fruitarian Diet and Physical Rejuvenation
There is a vibration in the word "fruitarian" that taps into our primal core, our innate knowledge of nutrition. It's the Garden of Eden erected within. Every mother can relate to the wonderful sense of responsibility she feels when offering her children fruit. It's the same awesome sense of responsibility combined with serenity and calm that accompanies the act of breastfeeding.
In fact, perfectly ripe fruit IS mother's milk. When our own diet consists primarily of fruit we can count on a healthy production of rich milk in all necessary constituents for meeting the needs of our young. As stated in the last chapter, primate babies go straight from their mother's milk to succulent fruit. And so it can be with our own growing babies.
Our children love and thrive on fruit, easily assimilating all of the amino acids (protein), calories, carbohydrates, essential vitamins, fat, calcium and other minerals necessary to develop and maintain the powerfully strong and agile frames that keep them playing hard from sun-up to sun-down, day in and day out.
Fruit is a cleansing food that delivers necessary nutrients in correct proportions to all the cells of our bodies. Fruit digests easily due to its highly usable constituents, and supplies our bodies with a high level of water which further keeps our systems from experiencing constipation.
Unlike the poor combinations derived from animal products and other processed foods, fresh fruits enter our mouth in all their deliciousness and activate the enzymes necessary for quick digestion. With fruit, the stomach serves as a corridor whereas when consuming the Standard American Diet (SAD), the stomach becomes a holding tank for putrefaction and fermentation.
The antacid industry would fold up within the month if our population embraced fruit as a dietary focus. Why? Because the poor combinations of already poor food choices creates an acidic environment in the stomach which results in chronic indigestion. The multi-billion-dollar success of the antacid industry relies heavily on this combination of events.
In contrast, fruit is alkaline upon digestion and therefore matches the body's natural alkaline state. Human milk also reflects the alkaline balance of our human physiology, whereas cow's milk and other formulas are acidic. Understanding the composition of breastmilk can lead us to insights about necessary dietary needs for the weaned and beyond. Human milk is a low protein, high fat, and very sweet food packed full of all the nutrients necessary for newborns to double their weight in a matter of months. Since the amount of protein we need decreases slightly after the first months of life, and the ratio of amino acids (pre-digested protein) in fruit is just slightly lower than that of breastmilk the nutritional composition of fruits responsibly carries on the role of growing our children's bodies and maintaining their health.
When my mothering career began many years ago I started transitioning to a fruitarian diet. As a result of this alignment to nature's plan my children have enjoyed superb health, and I have levels of physical and mental energy beyond measure. My emotional attachments to cooked and other junk foods have been challenged at every turn, but the reward of improved health has always kept me going in the right direction. My book, Cooked Foods Anonymous is dedicated to addressing this issue of cooked-food dependency and offers a recovery program that is realistic, revealing, and produces fantastic results.
Finding our roots in fruitarianism requires the courage to address our emotional attachment to many culturally acceptable food choices. And sometimes that courage gets stretched to the point of confronting "authority" figures who cannot see beyond the cultural norm. I once had neighbors who called the Child Protective Services on me because my children were not receiving the kinds of foods these neighbors deemed normal and necessary. That night a police officer came to my door saying there was a complaint of neglect. He said he needed to look into my cupboards to see if I had any food. Having just shopped at the health food store that afternoon, I was looking forward to educating this obese uniformed officer. Upon opening first one cupboard and then the next, he turned to me with a surprised look on his face and said, "Hey, you don't have ANY food in your house!"
I suggested he look down at the table he was leaning over. His strained leather belt responsible for holding in his huge pot-belly was bruising my food supply - a table heavy-laden with more than fifty pounds of fresh, organic fruit: watermelon, oranges, papayas, pineapple, bananas, apples, and figs. I motioned him to the refrigerator where awaited shelves of fresh organic vegetables. And then I finished this tour by pointing to the two five-pound glass jars of organic nuts and dried fruits on my kitchen counter. His reply, "But you don't have any milk or canned goods. I'm going to have to fill out a report and you will be hearing from the Child Protective Services over the next few days."
I called them rather than waiting to receive their call. After complaining about this intrusion by the ignorant officer, I took the time to educate this woman about fruitarianism. By the time our conversation was coming to a close she admitted, "I can't really argue with you. After all, your children have never been sick a day in their lives. In fact, in many ways I admire you for having the courage to live up to what you know is right. I will close this case because there is no substantial evidence of neglect."
We literally have to fight for what is natural. Just today I received a letter from a reader who was livid over the fact that a recent radio show was discussing whether it should be legal for women to breastfeed in public. It is clearly time to change this trend of thought. Baring the human breast is beautiful.
We love to start our first meal of the day with watermelon in the bath tub. It's a warm, sweet, and cozy way to connect with one another before venturing off into our individual realities in the security and comfort of home. The rest of the morning is replete with fresh fruit juices and frozen banana smoothies, adding whatever fruit sounds fun at the time. I also fill plastic popsicle holders with the smoothie mixture so that my children and their friends can enjoy healthy treats throughout the day.
In the afternoon I make large fruit or vegetable platters and my children grab from them whenever hunger strikes. I also arrange these fruit or vegetable pieces atop lettuce leaves, and we roll up our produce burrito-style. Children love to participate in food preparation. For the fruitarian child, meal-time is "arts and crafts" time!
A great step toward fruitarianism is to serve your family fruit only until noon. Make fresh fruit juices, banana smoothies, fruit salads, whatever sounds fun. Every morning when my children and I enjoy our fruit meal in the bath tub, we discuss our dreams of the night before and we give gratitude for our life and for upcoming events, all the while watermelon juice is running down our arms. Mornings are such a precious time anyway, which makes incorporating the Paradise diet that much easier.
As time goes on, extend your fruit meals beyond noon. From there, offer your family a beautifully arranged vegetable platter with avocado dip. As evening approaches, minimize the consumption of processed food by first serving a huge salad, and then a plentiful supply of slightly-steamed vegetables. Or, better yet, combine the cooked food right into a huge, luscious living salad. The key to success is massive raw foods action. In time, the rest will take care of itself.
It is only fitting to end this chapter with a momentous event that took place in my home a few days ago. While sitting on the floor with my family and enjoying the sweet, buttery taste of avocados my twelve-year-old daughter, Sarah Lee who had climbed at great height to pick from a nearby tree smiled in satisfaction and said, "I'm glad we eat the way we do, so we can appreciate what we eat."