I have been <partially> raw for about a year and a half. Just recently I started on a journey for 11 weeks to be 100% raw. Have I been perfect? Nope! Am I carrying any guilt? Double nope!! I've decided that if I choose to eat something that is going to make me feel like doo-doo later, that's my own fault. I didn't have to the SAD food but I chose to.
Yesterday I was 100% raw. It felt so right. Even when we went through McD's drive-through I didn't order and I didn't feel like I was missing anything. I just drank my juice and ate a big chunk of sweet watermelon.
I like that people call "going raw" a journey. It isn't necessarily the end result it's all the processes, and knowledge acquired, and people you meet, and things you do along the. I don't want to arrive at the end in pristine condition. I want to come to a screeching halt with hair flying and mascara smudged yelling, "WOW! That's was one heck of a ride!"
I'm not perfect. I'm forgiven by God (not for eating a cheeseburger instead of carrots, but all the other stupid stuff I do) and I am forgiven by myself.