What is with the Author's Obsession over diet and exercise?
From Angie:
5 things started my obsession with Taking Care of our Bodies and eating High Quality Fuel.
5 things started my obsession with Taking Care of our Bodies and eating High Quality Fuel.
First, I wanted to be a dancer. I loved how strong and free and beautiful they could move. At age six, I started taking classes and loved it. But then I started to put on weight. I had a sweet tooth and then some.
By age eight, I started to feel super self conscious as I started to gain unwanted fat around my waist. I started aerobic weight lifting at age 10, wanting a flat stomach like the other girls in class.
That was the start of a lot of up and downs on the scale for me. I had low energy and had large sweat stains by the end of classes--also embarrassing. In the end, I finally dropped out because I couldn't figure out how to solve the problem.
If only I had asked for help, but I was ashamed and embarrassed. Surely there was something wrong with me.
Second, I mis-imprinted about food.
We're impressionable as kids, and sometimes we misinterpret what we see. One example would be dyslexia. If a child's first experience with words is to see them flashed one at a time, they might think words are pictures, not coded phonetics. That makes learning to read really difficult, because the brain keeps looking for pictures, not patterns. That's like trying to memorize hundreds of thousands of pictures. No wonder reading and spelling comes really hard. We used schlubub to help our daughter overcome dyslexia.
Another example of mis-imprint was when I potty trained one of my kids. Older siblings had experimented with flushing toys, and even my phone, so when I potty trained this kid, I taught them to shut the lid on the toilet before flushing. They had no idea the water swirled around. They just knew the toilet would make noise and the waste would magically disappear.
The first time I had them try a public toilet, they panicked. They called me to the stall and told me they couldn't flush the toilet. I checked the stall, but saw nothing amiss. "Mom--there's no lid! I can't flush the toilet." My poor little child was in a panic and had no clue the toilet didn't need a lid to flush! Luckily, it was easy to correct his thinking.
My mis-imprint was deeper than his. I watched my slim friends, brother, and sister eat pizza, brownies, and ice cream. Meanwhile, my grandparents I love dearly were eating veggies, real home made wheat bread, home made cheese and goat milk, while carrying excess weight of 50-100 lbs.
I was convinced diet didn't matter--and the problem must be me. Eventually, calories caught up with my friends, and my grandparents dropped significant weight. But that lesson came twenty years too late.
We're impressionable as kids, and sometimes we misinterpret what we see. One example would be dyslexia. If a child's first experience with words is to see them flashed one at a time, they might think words are pictures, not coded phonetics. That makes learning to read really difficult, because the brain keeps looking for pictures, not patterns. That's like trying to memorize hundreds of thousands of pictures. No wonder reading and spelling comes really hard. We used schlubub to help our daughter overcome dyslexia.
Another example of mis-imprint was when I potty trained one of my kids. Older siblings had experimented with flushing toys, and even my phone, so when I potty trained this kid, I taught them to shut the lid on the toilet before flushing. They had no idea the water swirled around. They just knew the toilet would make noise and the waste would magically disappear.
The first time I had them try a public toilet, they panicked. They called me to the stall and told me they couldn't flush the toilet. I checked the stall, but saw nothing amiss. "Mom--there's no lid! I can't flush the toilet." My poor little child was in a panic and had no clue the toilet didn't need a lid to flush! Luckily, it was easy to correct his thinking.
My mis-imprint was deeper than his. I watched my slim friends, brother, and sister eat pizza, brownies, and ice cream. Meanwhile, my grandparents I love dearly were eating veggies, real home made wheat bread, home made cheese and goat milk, while carrying excess weight of 50-100 lbs.
I was convinced diet didn't matter--and the problem must be me. Eventually, calories caught up with my friends, and my grandparents dropped significant weight. But that lesson came twenty years too late.
Third, exercise failed me.
Thru high school and college, I thought I was just lazy, since others could do more than me without even seeming to try. In college, I started taking dance again, but didn't dare try out for a team. I decided I would whip my body into shape and live my dream. Between dance classes, martial arts, weight lifting, cardio, and HIITs, and walking or riding a bike everywhere, I exercised to 4-8 hours a day.
There were some ups---I was stronger and faster. I could run up "heart-attack hill" full speed without stopping. I started to play tag football and basketball with people from my apartments because I could finally run fast. I was still uncoordinated as all get out, but at least I could keep up with the other players. I had accomplished a lot. But with a spare tire of stubborn fat around my torso, I didn't dare try out for ballroom dance. Instead, I attended their concerts, my dream still on a shelf.
I working out that hard on a college diet that drained my body of essential nutrients hardcore. My hair and bones started thinning, my skin started wrinkling, I tore muscles and ligaments easily, and my joints started to struggle. I was accelerating my aging!
Thru high school and college, I thought I was just lazy, since others could do more than me without even seeming to try. In college, I started taking dance again, but didn't dare try out for a team. I decided I would whip my body into shape and live my dream. Between dance classes, martial arts, weight lifting, cardio, and HIITs, and walking or riding a bike everywhere, I exercised to 4-8 hours a day.
There were some ups---I was stronger and faster. I could run up "heart-attack hill" full speed without stopping. I started to play tag football and basketball with people from my apartments because I could finally run fast. I was still uncoordinated as all get out, but at least I could keep up with the other players. I had accomplished a lot. But with a spare tire of stubborn fat around my torso, I didn't dare try out for ballroom dance. Instead, I attended their concerts, my dream still on a shelf.
I working out that hard on a college diet that drained my body of essential nutrients hardcore. My hair and bones started thinning, my skin started wrinkling, I tore muscles and ligaments easily, and my joints started to struggle. I was accelerating my aging!
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Fourth, when I was 21, I watched my mother pass away from terminal cancer. Those final months are especially seared into my brain. My mom was my hero, my cheer leader, my comfort. I watched her suffer, going through a lot of pain as her body began shutting down.
One of the last things she told me before speech was taken from her was that she was convinced she had given herself cancer. How? She would skip meals and eat a candy bar instead. She loved chocolate and ate it often. |
Fifth and the most impactful--which is saying something, I needed to rescue my daughter. As a teen, I babysat for a family with three boys, two on the autism spectrum. My hat off to all families with an autistic child. It is so exhausting. I learned quickly to keep my emotions very even, for this little boy would quickly amplify any emotion he sensed in me.
Years later, after I was married and had several children, our newest baby started exhibiting the same behaviors I saw in this boy. I knew I had to do something! I took her to doctors, who all dismissed my concerns as something that's common and not a need to worry. Common? Right now diabetes, obesity, heart disease, cancer and more are becoming very common. I didn't want common or normal, I wanted healthy! By this point, I believed in nutrition, even if I wasn't good at it. I considered taking her to a specialist in Texas, but she was too young to diagnose, and even if he did agree with me, the most western medicine does is treat autism. I wanted to CURE it.
With a sister who had faced the same dilemma while living in Alaska, she was exposed to many alternative treatments that worked well for him. So I approached the problem with the diet in mind. But the biggest difference was when I came across a website that changed everything for me. The had a theory was autism was caused by a fusarium infection of the intestines. Furarium is something found on corn, and thanks to our storage of corn in silos, as well as GMO and pesticides, it can be a real problem.
Since I was still nursing, I went on the anti-fungal diet, which meant no sugar, no starches, no grains. None. And with my daughter's upset stomach, dairy was also off limits. That left veggies, salad, and organic protein, because if the meat came from animals fed GMO's, she would have a reaction. I also took the supplements they suggested.
Within two days, we had a daughter that was completely different. Before, she would cry unless I was holding her or vacuuming. Our floors were spotless, but my back was killing and my sanity hang by a thread. She also had cradle cap, thrush, and acid reflux so bad, I always had a bib on her to catch the spit up.
After the diet change, she laid quietly on her mat, staring at the world around her, smiling when we'd talk to her. We continued with the diet changes, though it was hard for me. I would walk in and out of the kitchen, starving for my old foods. But I knew if I gave in to my junk food addictions, she would pay a price. I honestly think I couldn't have done it for me. It was only because she needed it that I gave up so many food addictions at that point.
Years later, after I was married and had several children, our newest baby started exhibiting the same behaviors I saw in this boy. I knew I had to do something! I took her to doctors, who all dismissed my concerns as something that's common and not a need to worry. Common? Right now diabetes, obesity, heart disease, cancer and more are becoming very common. I didn't want common or normal, I wanted healthy! By this point, I believed in nutrition, even if I wasn't good at it. I considered taking her to a specialist in Texas, but she was too young to diagnose, and even if he did agree with me, the most western medicine does is treat autism. I wanted to CURE it.
With a sister who had faced the same dilemma while living in Alaska, she was exposed to many alternative treatments that worked well for him. So I approached the problem with the diet in mind. But the biggest difference was when I came across a website that changed everything for me. The had a theory was autism was caused by a fusarium infection of the intestines. Furarium is something found on corn, and thanks to our storage of corn in silos, as well as GMO and pesticides, it can be a real problem.
Since I was still nursing, I went on the anti-fungal diet, which meant no sugar, no starches, no grains. None. And with my daughter's upset stomach, dairy was also off limits. That left veggies, salad, and organic protein, because if the meat came from animals fed GMO's, she would have a reaction. I also took the supplements they suggested.
Within two days, we had a daughter that was completely different. Before, she would cry unless I was holding her or vacuuming. Our floors were spotless, but my back was killing and my sanity hang by a thread. She also had cradle cap, thrush, and acid reflux so bad, I always had a bib on her to catch the spit up.
After the diet change, she laid quietly on her mat, staring at the world around her, smiling when we'd talk to her. We continued with the diet changes, though it was hard for me. I would walk in and out of the kitchen, starving for my old foods. But I knew if I gave in to my junk food addictions, she would pay a price. I honestly think I couldn't have done it for me. It was only because she needed it that I gave up so many food addictions at that point.
Now, with even more years of studying nutrition and how the body works, it grieves me to see so many suffer needlessly, all because so many in America are convinced diet doesn't matter.
With my own eyes, I have seen PKU reverse to a fully functioning liver. I have seen arthritis go into remission. I have seen furious kids, tense and ready to blow go to calm and clear headed within minutes. I have seen hair loss reverse, and wrinkles thin out. I have seen bad cases of acne reverse, and a fractured bone heal within three days when it was supposed to take three weeks. I have seen lung infections and croup dissipate within an hour. I have seen hives so severe that a girl couldn't touch mangoes or wild flowers with out swelling across her body who now hasn't had an outbreak in years.
And I still love exercising--only now I have lots of healthy alternatives to getting great energy, as well as drinks and omegas to cushion my joints and strengthen my ligaments.
It wouldn't matter if the entire population of doctors from any line of medicine showed up with their certificates sparkling, to tell me everything I just said isn't possible. Others can believe genetic diseases can only be treated not cured, and that diet doesn't really matter. I would just smile politely and head on my way, knowing otherwise.
I am looking forward to releasing Coach Tori. I hope to help others frustrated like I have been. I want to help free others trapped by obesity, genetic diseases, and chronic illnesses.
I look forward to releasing Coach Tori, a program to help paradigm shift into a healthier life style. If you want to learn when Coach Tori is finally ready for release, subscribe to Oasian Insider.
With my own eyes, I have seen PKU reverse to a fully functioning liver. I have seen arthritis go into remission. I have seen furious kids, tense and ready to blow go to calm and clear headed within minutes. I have seen hair loss reverse, and wrinkles thin out. I have seen bad cases of acne reverse, and a fractured bone heal within three days when it was supposed to take three weeks. I have seen lung infections and croup dissipate within an hour. I have seen hives so severe that a girl couldn't touch mangoes or wild flowers with out swelling across her body who now hasn't had an outbreak in years.
And I still love exercising--only now I have lots of healthy alternatives to getting great energy, as well as drinks and omegas to cushion my joints and strengthen my ligaments.
It wouldn't matter if the entire population of doctors from any line of medicine showed up with their certificates sparkling, to tell me everything I just said isn't possible. Others can believe genetic diseases can only be treated not cured, and that diet doesn't really matter. I would just smile politely and head on my way, knowing otherwise.
I am looking forward to releasing Coach Tori. I hope to help others frustrated like I have been. I want to help free others trapped by obesity, genetic diseases, and chronic illnesses.
I look forward to releasing Coach Tori, a program to help paradigm shift into a healthier life style. If you want to learn when Coach Tori is finally ready for release, subscribe to Oasian Insider.
