It was a stunning moment of truth, when my doctor walked me through over a dozen lab reports, nearly all of which disclosed the ugly truth. The vibrant health I thought I enjoyed was a myth. There was a reason I felt drained, and, well, lifeless. A reason, I felt like I had aged a decade in a few short years.
For years I was the “model” of good health – thin, relatively active, vegetarian for nearly a decade, morning green smoothies, no alcohol or recreational drugs.
Hmmm, maybe I’ve been missing out on “life” for nothing?
I was the one holding down the office while everyone else called in sick with the “flu du jour”, side-stepping most colds, never even having stitches or an ankle sprain.
Not that my doctor gave me a scary diagnosis like cancer, diabetes, MS, thank God. But those potential conditions now loomed ominously on my horizon, if I didn’t take action.
In some respects, it might almost be preferable to put a name to this demon, lurking inside, stealing my energy and zest for life. Instead, there is an army of them, some with unfamiliar names, even with my training as a health coach. Gut dysbiosis, SIBO, liver dysfunction (you say, methyl – what?!), HPA axis dysfunction (ie., my body was in a constant state of stress), heavy metal toxins (mercury levels through the roof!), vitamin deficiencies, hormone imbalances, hypo-thyroidism…
…. as he continued, I began to wonder if I should start planning my wake!
Thus begins my journey to regain a vitality that, only recently, I have begun to realize I never really had.
The good news? I know it is never too late, at least until the embalmer gets his hands on you. Until then, run like mad!!! And stay tuned.