Sometimes it comes as an absolute shock…
the moment we receive that dreadful news about a serious health challenge.
That’s exactly how it went for me back in early 2000.
I had always led a very active lifestyle filled with outdoor adventures and daily exercise. Being strong and fit had always been my way of life.
What I had never considered up until that point was that strong and fit didn’t necessarily mean healthy. Everything I had always resisted about the prevailing belief “that at middle age it’s natural for our bodies to start to fall apart” began to challenge me at my core. Here I was at middle age and my body was failing.
On my quest for health…
I learned many things. First I became aware of a belief -I had and had banked on for most of my life and that was that exercise could make up for all my destructive habits. I had been a sugar-aholic for most of my life. I loved to bake and loved even more consuming those sweet treats. I ate to celebrate, out of boredom, to numb my anxiety and stress, to reward myself for just about any crazy thing I felt I deserved a Gold Star for. I saw myself as one of the lucky ones. I liked exercise. I didn’t just like it actually, I was compulsive. I must have said 1000 times, how lucky I was to like exercise because it felt as if it saved me from “real problems”. Had I hated exercise I wouldn’t have been on just a 20-25 -lb roller coaster for years, I would likely have been fighting two or three times that.
Most of my life I thought I was physically invincible. What I didn’t realize was that disease doesn’t just happen one day. Over the years the choices I had made impacted my health and one day there I was with a frightening diagnosis.
Something inside me said there’s got to be another way, a path different than the one I’d seen many family members and friends travel; enduring the side-effects of medication that led to greater health complications. In hindsight I believe it was a strong instinct that lead me away from a traditional medical path and on to my own healing journey. Don’t get me wrong, I do think there is a place for traditional medicine but I’ve come to know if we take personal responsibility for our health we can most often help to improve it.
It was an extraordinary first couple of years on my healing path. With a passion to change my health and create a healthy and vital life; I became a sponge, studying everything I could about nutrition and wellness. Fear of the consequences of my diagnosis propelled me into taking steps into a new lifestyle.
What I learned was that true health doesn’t happen by focusing on one thing and it’s not about perfection. It’s about doing a few things well and setting sights on small improvements. It’s about being open to a journey that includes good nutrition, supplementation, exercise, rest, stress release, and of keeping joy and a passion for life healthy, alive and well fed.
I also learned that our miraculous bodies were designed to heal themselves and that if we give them what they need, and relieve them of unhealthy burdens, they are capable of restoration.
As a middle age woman, I continue to be medication free, as well as very grateful to be strong, fit and most importantly healthy!