PrincessMichael

I’m an artist and mom of four amazing little people. Dieting since my early teens and ended up in AA by my early 20s. Starting to see food addiction as a real  thing. Much experience on and off with low carb, keto and fasting. Now over 40, after a truly frightening, complex Covid pneumonia that ended up in a traumatic birth of my 3rd child, I haven’t felt the same. It was getting to feel impossible to improve things. Depression, anxiety, rapid changes to face and hair, major weight gain, dry skin, foot pain, joint pain and hormones in the tank. Tried strict carnivore last year but I was pregnant and I felt too miserable and scared to keep going. Tried eating whatever I wanted “in moderation” per “The Weigh Down” approach and it worked until it didn’t. No way did it improve my health. Spent a miserable post partum time being sick, sore, exhausted and half crazy with anxiety and bursts of extreme anger, along with recurrent breast infections. Many courses of antibiotics and NSAIDS. Finally got a grip and went back to keto again back in September. Felt better as I knew I would. Then, gradually started taking in fewer and fewer plants.
 

October 16th, a few pieces of romaine lettuce mixed in with my steak sat in my stomach for two days and gave me a horrible NIGHTMARES! So that got my attention. No more lettuce. Kicked oxalate foods around that time. Kicked coffee three days ago. 

Starting to feel the same feelings about food that I felt around giving up liquor 19 years ago. You can’t quit eating like you can quit drinking—but you can quit the addictive and poisonous foods. I’m down 25 lbs in a month, but this isn’t just about weight—it’s about freedom from pain. Mental and physical. I want the next chapter of my life to be better, for me, my husband and my kids. I don’t want to die early. I don’t want to live in pain, barely able to cope with being a mom. I’m trusting God to help me overcome my food addiction, drop all this weight and inflammation, and surrender a lot of stuff I don’t need anymore. I don’t want to die just when my kids need me so much. I have a “why” that makes me cry, as they say. I’m taking it one day at a time. Thy will be done!