My story begins with a love for baking! Although it was really more likely a love for sweets. Baking was what I was good at, what I was known for. And it made people happy! I started very young – my mom would write out recipes in her lovely big letters reserved especially for new readers. Old Fashioned Apple Cake. That was the first thing I made, all by myself – I think I was about 6. It was so fun! 🙂 So I baked and cooked almost daily. I made breakfast every morning for my family: french toast, coffee cakes, bread, cinnamon buns, pancakes, tea rings, along with cookies, cakes, pies, you name it! It was my art form.
My motivations for baking were good! I was making people happy! It was fun, tasty, and I was helping my mom! Or at least I was trying to. I went on to Culinary School, to get my degree in Baking and Pastry Arts from the Culinary Institute of America. I was good at it, and really enjoyed it.
What I didn’t realize, was that all the sugar was creating pretty major blood sugar imbalances, which was stressing my adrenals, which was stressing my whole body. The gluten that I ate multiple times per day, was tearing little holes in my small intestines. This created something known as Intestinal Permeability, where undigested foods got through those holes, into my blood stream. My immune system didn’t recognize the undigested food, and started attacking it. I started getting allergic reactions to all sorts of foods, and I didn’t even know what was happening! Early in my teens I developed a rather severe case of rosacea, my digestion was compromised, leading to all sorts of imbalances. I treated my rosacea with antibiotics, which hurt my gut further. My gut issues contributed to some emotional issues, (I do think there is a connection!) and in my early 20s I developed an eating disorder. I did eat, but my perspective on food and exercise was quite distorted. My diet was either absolutely “spotless”, or absolutely horrible – and my weight yo-yoed. I ended up losing my period for 3 years, and I was exhausted. During that time, I started to desperately seek answers.
My emotional healing came (and is still coming!) from God. He was so kind and gentle with me during those rough years! I am so utterly thankful for His presence, and His Light in my life.
My physical healing has been such a journey. It started by embracing Real Food. I found the Weston A. Price Foundation, which made so much sense to me! It embraces traditional diets, whole foods, and proper preparation – all such good stuff! But it just didn’t help me much. At all! It almost made me worse. I couldn’t figure it out! Until I realized, with the help of knowledgeable practitioners, wonderful books, and nutrition courses- that I had allergies. My intestinal lining was compromised, and I had developed allergies to healthy foods: eggs (even good pastured ones!), dairy (even raw, grass-fed), gluten/grains (even soaked or sprouted), nightshades, nuts, and seeds. When I eliminated those things from my diet – wonderful things started happening!
My energy improved, my skin cleared (it isn’t done, though!) my joints felt better, and I didn’t desperately want a nap every afternoon. And I have been improving on multiple levels! I’m so grateful to be where I am on my journey to health.
I think that most people have lots of damage to undo (myself included). In today’s toxic world, it can feel like swimming upstream. Heavy metals, histamines, liver issues, poor digestion, candida, autoimmune issues, you name it! It is certainly a journey, and I am determined that it will be a pleasant one. With that in mind, I studied at the Institute of Integrative Nutrition, and the Nutritional Therapy Association, and am not done. God has created innumerable ways that our bodies can heal, I am overwhelmed by the extent of it. I feel so blessed to be on this journey, and I greatly desire to help other people find their healing, too! 🙂