What is with the Author's Obsession over diet and exercise
From Angie:
5 things started my obsession
First, I wanted to be a dancer. I loved how strong and free and beautiful they could move. By age eight, I started to feel self conscious as I started to look less like a dancer and more like an apple on legs. I started exercising at age 10, wanting to loss the extra, unwanted weight. 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.
Second, I misunderstood food. I had grown up watching my slim friends eat pizza, brownies, and ice cream, while 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. Boy was I wrong
Third, exercise failed. In college, still ignorant of diet, I decided to really dig in hard and start hitting the gym. 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 "heartattack hill" in order to make it from one class to another on time. I started to play tag football and basketball with people from my apartments because I could finally run. 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, wishing I was up on stage.
A major downside to solving obeisity with exercise was working out that hard on a bad diet drained my body of essentials 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.
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.
Fifth, I needed to rescue my daughter. As a teen, I babysat for a family with an autistic boy. My hat off to all families with an autistic child. It can be 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. By this point, I believed in nutrition, even if I wasn't good at it. I went to western medicine for help, but she was too young to diagnose, and the most they do 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 www.knowthecause.com Their 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.
I went on the anti-fungal diet, which meant no sugar. None. Nor could I have dairy or it would upset my daughter's stomach. That left veggies, salad, and protein. 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. She had cradle cap, thrush, and acid reflux so bad, I always had a bib on her to catch the spit up.
Now, with 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 was nursing her, which meant if I gave in to my junk food addictions, she would pay the 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 America is convinced diet doesn't matter.
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. 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 months. I have seen lung infections and croup dissipate within an hour. I have seen allergies go away without pharmaceuticals.
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 muscles.
It wouldn't matter if the entire population of doctors with all their degrees lined up and sparkling. If they told me genetic diseases can't be treated and that GMO isn't any different than organic. 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'm designing step-by-step path towards good health. If you want to learn when Coach Tori is finally ready for release, sign up for our newsletter.
5 things started my obsession
First, I wanted to be a dancer. I loved how strong and free and beautiful they could move. By age eight, I started to feel self conscious as I started to look less like a dancer and more like an apple on legs. I started exercising at age 10, wanting to loss the extra, unwanted weight. 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.
Second, I misunderstood food. I had grown up watching my slim friends eat pizza, brownies, and ice cream, while 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. Boy was I wrong
Third, exercise failed. In college, still ignorant of diet, I decided to really dig in hard and start hitting the gym. 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 "heartattack hill" in order to make it from one class to another on time. I started to play tag football and basketball with people from my apartments because I could finally run. 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, wishing I was up on stage.
A major downside to solving obeisity with exercise was working out that hard on a bad diet drained my body of essentials 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.
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.
Fifth, I needed to rescue my daughter. As a teen, I babysat for a family with an autistic boy. My hat off to all families with an autistic child. It can be 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. By this point, I believed in nutrition, even if I wasn't good at it. I went to western medicine for help, but she was too young to diagnose, and the most they do 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 www.knowthecause.com Their 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.
I went on the anti-fungal diet, which meant no sugar. None. Nor could I have dairy or it would upset my daughter's stomach. That left veggies, salad, and protein. 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. She had cradle cap, thrush, and acid reflux so bad, I always had a bib on her to catch the spit up.
Now, with 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 was nursing her, which meant if I gave in to my junk food addictions, she would pay the 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 America is convinced diet doesn't matter.
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. 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 months. I have seen lung infections and croup dissipate within an hour. I have seen allergies go away without pharmaceuticals.
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 muscles.
It wouldn't matter if the entire population of doctors with all their degrees lined up and sparkling. If they told me genetic diseases can't be treated and that GMO isn't any different than organic. 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'm designing step-by-step path towards good health. If you want to learn when Coach Tori is finally ready for release, sign up for our newsletter.
