I was sitting in my living room yelling affirmations at the screen while I watched a documentary on a Paleolithic lifestyle/diet.
Everything I’ve been doing for the last 3 years with my diet and exercise was vindicated when I heard people describing their prior chronic health issues: fatigue, hair loss, hormonal imbalance, brain fog, emotional mood swings, weight fluctuations, migraines, irregular menstrual cycles, gastrointestinal distress, inflammation, allergies, colds, sinus infections, insomnia…
Man, It just made me want to high five someone or call someone and talk to them about it; to share that experience…
Then I remembered that I’m the black sheep now. My family thinks I’m weird for eating a diet of foods that were once alive, that were never put in a box, that had to be cooked from scratch. I’m a weirdo because I don’t take a pill when my body aches- I address the source of the pain by movement, essential oils, or food.
Then I got really sad. I see my siblings with weight fluctuations, chronic depression, brain fog, spiking and dipping blood sugars, horrible eating habits. I see my mom with early stages of diabetes, arthritis, weight gain, gastrointestinal pain and discomfort after every meal. I see my grandmother with stage four kidney failure, dimentia, type two diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, ulcerative colitis… it’s a downward spiral, and I can see the intensifying effects and degrees down the generations of my family. All of it caused by a poor diet and chronic inflammation. All of them killing themselves softly and slowly.
They look at me and see restrictions, and limits, missing out, and THEY completely miss the fact that in a matter of two years, I went from being told I couldn’t and likely wouldn’t have children to having two beautiful babies. Not to mention I have all my hair back, my teeth aren’t decaying, in fact the opposite! I got rid of most of my seasonal allergies, I’m not cold and tired all the time. My body doesn’t hurt for no reason.
I can live life! I can play with my children! I can crawl, run, jump, skip, roll, and have fun with them with no pain! I don’t need drugs to keep myself feeling normal- my food is my medicine!
I’m burdened by knowing there’s a better way, but not being able to break through their conventional standards that leave them relying on medications and “foods” that were never alive. I can’t live that way! I refuse to be a slave to prescription drugs. God never intended that for His children.
“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His possession, so that you may proclaim the praises of the One who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.
1 Peter 2:9 HCSB
I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good! I recognize that my body- no- my whole life is a gift! A gift I don’t deserve, and a precious gift I can’t treat like garbage. I’ve known what it is to truly be well and healthy and nourished, and I can’t and won’t go back to the way it was before. The time is too short to withhold that area of my life from God’s control.
I earnestly pray that one day they’ll see not only what makes me so different, but WHO makes me different, and that they’ll glorify the Father in Heaven.(Matthew 5:16)