Stress used to be my sidekick.
Working at an Advertising agency is no small feat. There I was, with my “dream job,” but I hated it. Eventually, the long hours and tight deadlines wreaked havoc on my body. We’re talking bloating, stomach aches, acne-covered skin, 25 pounds of excess weight, and irregular digestion (yup, I’m talking about poop again). My body was sending me all kinds of messages, but I had never learned how to listen. After seeking treatment through nutrition and Chinese medicine, I made the decision to study those modalities myself. Then, I left the Advertising world and never looked back. (Girl, bye!)
Fast forward a couple of years, and I’m burning the candle at all the ends. Practicing nutrition by day, studying Chinese medicine (also by day), and serving drinks by night – it’s a juggling act, to say the least. But I’m making it work, or so I think, until my body (once again) tells me I’m wrong. This time, the alarm is much louder…
I wake up doubled over in pain. The bloating and pain are so bad that I can’t even touch my own belly. I’m on the floor on all fours, dripping snot from crying so hard because it hurts so badly. At the hospital, the doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me. Appendicitis maybe, but they’re not sure. I insist that they give me a CAT scan. Those results tell them that I’m hemorrhaging internally, so much so that there is blood all the way in my lung cavity, and they need to perform emergency surgery.
Just like that, my life turned upside down. I black out.
I wake up hours later with a 6-inch vertical incision on my abdomen, closed up with 24 staples. I find out that the doctors had to remove 3 liters of blood (yeah, the body only HAS 5 liters), and discover what caused all of this suffering and turmoil: a cyst.
Yup, I had a cyst that ruptured and tore off a piece of my right ovary. I’m also told that if I didn’t come into the hospital when I did, and push for the CAT scan when I did, then I would not have survived. That emergency surgery saved my life. Meanwhile, when I ask my Gyno for a hormone panel during a follow-up visit, she asks “Why would you need a hormone panel? It’s not like you’re going through menopause.”
Um, Hello, because a damn cyst almost killed me!
Newsflash: Cysts are caused by a hormonal imbalance.
While my doctor (like many doctors) assures me this is “normal,” that “cysts happen to lots of women,” I know this isn’t entirely true.
“Normal” and “common” are NOT the same thing.
Yes, cysts happen to lots of women, but the hormonal imbalances that cause them are NOT normal. They are irregularities, and they’re preventable.
Back to the story: After a few weeks in the hospital, I was finally released but I could still barely walk. I couldn’t even cough as it might stretch the staples in my abdomen and delay my recovery time. It took 2 months of rehab and even more months of pain to get back to what felt like “normal.” I had to detox off of prescription painkillers and ask my mother to go to the health food store to buy natural healing remedies and pain relievers. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever been through, but man did it wake me up.
I began my mission to truly heal and to help other women do the same.
If doctors couldn’t heal me, then I would learn how to heal myself. And I would share everything I learned in the process.
You see, I believe that cysts, fibroids, and other symptoms of hormone imbalance are like speed bumps. They force us to slow down and really listen to what our bodies are trying to tell us.
My body was sending me messages about what it needed and didn’t need, what it liked and didn’t like. But until I got quiet enough to listen to my OWN advice and do the work, it would keep shouting at me. Really. I even ended up back in the hospital with another cyst on my left ovary a few months later. Luckily, this one wasn’t as severe and I took it as a hard warning to finally make some difficult changes.
Change isn’t easy, but your life depends on it.
And I don’t just mean the kind of life where you’re breathing and functional. I mean the kind of life where you’re elated to wake up each morning because you can do anything and everything you want to do with that amazing body of yours. The thing with hormones is that they don’t change overnight. It takes time, consistency, and commitment to implementing changes in your diet, supplements, and lifestyle. And no one can make those changes except YOU.
But doing it alone sometimes feels impossible. I know, I remember.
This is why I created Sexy Food Therapy and the Sexy Lady Balls program and community – to help you make the necessary changes with the best possible support to heal your hormones, body, and your life.
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