Motivational Monday…food triggers

So, a year ago, I made a decision that changed my life.  I decided to step down from teaching and focus on my health.  I don’t even think I made the decision, it was more like it was made for me.  I can honestly say I am still learning and moving forward.  I researched all-natural supplements and learned as much as I could.  I talked to friends about doctor choices, but was not satisfied with what doctors had to say.  I just knew in my gut they were wrong.  I can’t explain it, but I knew that they were treating me symptom by symptom and not looking at everything that had happened to me in the last 3 years.

I looked at my diet, and started removing foods.  I looked at my life and started removing other triggers.  Stress.  School.  Being around sick kids.  Being around negative people.  Being around people in general.  I peeled back as many layers as I could to find out what was causing the problems.  I thought I had it figured out, and I did.  But it had to get worse, much worse, before it could get better.  By the time January rolled around I think I had been wrapped in a cocoon of blankets for 3 months.  I was in deep pain, and it hurt to my very bones.  My stomach that had previously been a volcanic mess, was finally starting to settle because I ate very little for a while until I figured out what I could tolerate.

It turned out I had Epstein-Barr virus in my system that had most likely triggered Fibromyalgia.  The sad thing is, you can have every trigger point there is and it still takes 3 years for someone to say this is what you have.  I met a wonderful lady through my new business opportunity, and she began helping me.  Most likely the first step to helping me was believing in me.  I can honestly say when she walked over to me the first time, I thought she was one of “them”.  Someone who thought they could help me, but sadly, didn’t listen to me.  I am extremely thankful this was not the case.

So I sit here tonight, full from my Mother’s Day meal, a tiny bit pinker than I should be because of soccer today and the beach yesterday, and I realize that if you are reading this, on National Fibromyalgia Day, please be aware that the pain is very real.  I have spent the last 3 years cringing whenever someone touched me, went to pat my arm, or worse yet, pat my back.  I have avoided people like the plague because I was too tired to explain yet one more thing to them.  ONE MORE THING.  But tonight, I have hope.  So if you are sitting there in pain, know that I believe you.  And that’s enough to start with.  Knowing you are not alone.  So I dared to go out on a limb and offer advice not only through this blog but to all who ask me on my new business page.  I am not a doctor…I am one person with a story.  Your journey might look different than mine, as it should.  Be don’t stop if you aren’t there yet.  You’ll get there. 

I close with a quote from my other page…the tab explains it up top on this blog.

Check out the work with me tab for more on what I later created to help others through this process.

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