I have to say one of my favourite parts of life is hearing peoples’ stories. The who, the what, the when, the where, and most importantly the WHY. So what would be more fitting than starting off my blog with the story of where it all began…
It will come as no surprise to the people that know me when I say that I have been sick for over a year. It has been a year filled with doctors, tests and, very few answers. A year that pushed me to find a different way to heal my body because clearly modern medicine didn’t have the answers I was looking for.
I’m a firm believer that the universe brings you what you need when you need it. For instance, last summer I was at a birthday party when endocrine disorders somehow made their way into the conversation. This always gets me going because I, like many other women, have an endocrine disorder. My endocrine disorder is best unknown as PCOS aka polycystic ovarian syndrome. A disorder that literally wreaks havoc on your body whenever it sees fit. PCOS is a beast of a disorder because it effects everyone a little differently and can actually change the way it effects you over time.
Anyways, back to the story… it was at this party that I learned about hormonal profiling. Fast forward a few months to when I had finally tracked down the hormonal profiler and even managed to get an appointment within the week. It wasn’t a surprise when he told me that I would need to get my belly fat, cortisol, and insulin under control.
Restrictive meal plan enter here.
After my initial consultation, I decided that I would start next Monday. Well, next Monday quickly became the next next Monday, and the next next Monday eventually became the next Month. The next month quickly became December and well no one starts a nutrition program in December, so December quickly became January and by January that was it. I had made a commitment that I was going to do it, January was going to be my month!
In comes January and I was determined. This was it! I am FINALLY going to get myself on track, and so I did. Since I was already going to be eating food from an “approved” list of foods consisting of vegetables, meats and healthy fats, I figured I may as well take it a step further and cut out ALL added sugars.
Enter Whole30 here.
So there I was, January 1st jumping head first into Round 1 of my Whole30 journey. The same round that I had successfully procrastinated for all of 2017. At least 2017 was a fairly dedicated Whole30 research period, right? Surely after a year of procrastination and research I would be ready! For those of you that don’t know what Whole30 is, it’s essentially an elimination diet that cuts out foods that are inflammatory and generally not so good for you. The idea is that you cut them out for 30 days, tame your “sugar dragon” then eventually start to reintroduce foods back into your diet in order to see what, if anything, causes you issues. [For more info on Whole30 visit http://www.whole30.com]
I decided to get involved with a few Whole30 support groups, and come mid-January I had actually started moderating a few of them. There was just something about it that pulled me in and made me crave more; which is ironic considering Whole30 encourages you to take control of (and fight) your cravings. That being said I began to feel inspired and quickly discovered that helping others work through their own rounds ignited a fire inside of me. That fire quickly developed into a passion that would later turn into a desire to do more with my life. A passion that pushed me to help others and inspire them to do better every day. A passion that encouraged me to dig deeper, and most importantly take better care of myself.
It was then that I realized I’ve already spent twenty-five years on this planet, and I wanted to make sure that the next twenty-five years are better than the last (more on this later).
So there it is… my long short story of what brought me to where I am today.