Restrictive Consumption vs. Restrictive Diets. Part I.

A young model and her stubborn love of food.

This two-part series is dedicated to a subscriber who wanted a deeper dive into restrictive diets and how we can best adapt and move through life with them. I decided to expand the viewpoint into the dualism of dietary restriction as a whole. Through sharing my personal experience, Part I peers into the dualistic world of Restrictive Consumption. Part II digs into Restrictive Diets and the ways in which they can help and hurt the overall evolution of our health in this time of Earth’s reconstruction of humanity.

Restrictive Consumption by Choice- Shifting Down

One thing I have yet to discuss in this forum (mainly because it hasn’t become relevant until now) is that for 23 years I lived and worked as a professional Model. ‘They’ found me at 12 years old, I was in 7^th grade. I worked in a few different markets in the U.S. OF WTF before moving to NYC and doing that whole NYC-runway-model thing.

I was surrounded by the elite, as they are commonly referred to. It was a whirlwind for my 18 year old self to be gallivanting the big bad city without any protection except for the few male friends I had made and my trusty razor blade/knife collection. Eventually, I was introduced to the protection of the Albanian Mafia but that story is for another day, maybe…maybe not.

Bending uncomfortably to emit a “feeling”. NYC. 2005

Wearing a bathing suit in some magazine. NYC. 2006.

During the day I committed myself to the job, hustling my broke ass to 20-25 castings per day. I would finish up just in time to meet the other models and club promoters at the “dinner” before heading into the club for the nights debauchery.

Pretty-young-thing during the day, full on Pirate by sundown.

Hungry-Late-Night-Pirate-Metal Front Woman. 2006.

Models in the wild. Club Upstairs. 2006.

Looking back, it was truly comical to sit at these high-end trendy Steak Houses and Sushi Restaurants with models, celebrities, athletes, well-to-do art directors, designers, Wall Streets’ rich idiots, etc. The conversations were sometimes inspiring, sometimes boring, sometimes I wanted to fork myself in the face. It didn’t really matter because I was always going to eat a delicious meal. The dinner was the whole point for me.

What would ya do for a Klondike bar?

None of the other models seemed to eat anything but lettuce with a squeeze of lemon, if and that’s a big if, they were hungry enough to be seen eating in public. This is what I call Negative Restrictive Consumption. The men dined on steak and seafood and sushi boats with fancy side dishes: an interesting dichotomy. (I don’t make light of eating disorders. I have known too many who have fallen prey to that form of self mutilation. It is just how the industry was run at the time.)

Now, if you have been following me for a while you can probably guess that I was “one of the guys” in this way. When asked what I wanted to order, I leaned all the way in. I wanted the steak with the demi-glace and the lobster mashed potatoes with the salad and, of course, dessert. None of these women were happy with my dinner choices. Oh, the glares I received at these dinners.

I never gave into the retched world of “starve yourself or be starved for work,” and I worked a lot, surprisingly. I was so broke in the very beginning though that sometimes I would take my leftovers to the club and negotiate with the bartender to let me use their fridge for safe keeping. That was tomorrow’s lunch too!

I really only went to the club because the dinners were delicious and it was a requirement to attend the club afterwards.

A broke food snob living for knowledge.

I played the part but I didn’t conform. I’m stubborn like that. I wasn’t going to restrict any part of my heart just to receive from elsewhere, for what…attention and money?! She laughs out loud.

The culinary arts are a massive part of my being, the center of it. It was probably the reason I never reached “supermodel status,” although I did have multiple opportunities to.

Oscar de la Renta and me. The sweetest man I’ve met in the industry. R.I.P. Parsons Fashion Show. NYC. 2007.

I wasn’t about to give up my beloved taste buds to become an empty vessel for the fashion industry to stuff with a million false identities. I did it because I was young, the money was good, and I was good at it. Already well adjusted to the insanity of the industry by age 15, I knew what I was in for. I just didn’t really give a fuck about the unspoken compliance most in the industry lived by. It truly gave me an opportunity to dive into my passions while pretending to care about being a “model.” I was grateful.

fun fact: Once upon a time an agent at a world renowned agency actually had the gall to say, in front of my mother, it would be a good idea to get a good coke dealer. We didn’t sign with them.

I was 18, writing my music, playing in a band, and eating my way through the Big Apple. Since 1998 my second job was always in the restaurant industry. I worked at some of the best restaurants in the country during these years in NYC, learning from some of the best Chefs and Restauranteurs. Beyond the veil of “pretty girl model life,” I was getting a hardcore education in how food and intention ran our economy, our bodies and by proxy, our lives.

The Case For Fasting

The moral of this story is that the choice to restrict the body’s needs for an illusional beauty standard is the fastest way to iOS shutdown. In my view, Restrictive Consumption only serves a very specific purpose, fasting for genetic clearing. This is an ancient practice for some religions, I used it to clear my ancestral DNA. That ‘Y’ gene will get ya!

I practiced Positive Restrictive Consumption on and off during a specific 5 year period discussed in The Cure. I dedicated myself to 7-10-30 day dry-fasts throughout this time for genetic clearing of my cellular make up. My paternal line contains a litany of alcoholics, manic depressives and abusers. I could not carry that weight any longer. Raise your hand if this is you too!

DNA Expansion

During this practice of Positive Restrictive Consumption, the true hue-man energetic hidden underneath the “junk DNA” is given room to expand out. This helps the DNA sequences from the genetic ancestral lineage begin to purge out of the vessel. I know how this sounds but science will catch up. We are in the beginning stages of evolving (or de-evolving for some) to the true cosmic human race.

This practice is only recommended for those guided to dedicate themselves to their true hue-man energetic. It is not fun…it hurts, a lot.

True hunger comes from the throat and chest, not the stomach.

What comes out of your skin and stomach will shock you. The result is worth it. A physical alignment after the fact including rapid crystalline DNA expansion (sparkly glitter skin), extremely heightened cognizance and sentience, ego/identity death and a physical power you would otherwise not be able to hold in the body. The true hue-man flesh.

The Restrictive Diet discussed in Part II is what most are currently tuning into. It is a solid introduction to healing the vessel. It can be a much easier, some would say preferred, path to energize the highest function of the vessel. For most it is the most important first step, still just the first step. Stay tuned, we reconvene next week!

Cheers!

The Purple Peach