Health

A few months ago, I wrote about some things I was doing to be more healthy. I wanted to update you -let you know how things have been going.

I read in a magazine somewhere (and we all know magazines DON’T lie) that your body needs 12 hours to completely sort through all the food you’ve fed it throughout the day. For example: if you eat dinner at 7, you don’t eat breakfast until 7. I thought, ‘Hey -I can do that. That’s easy enough.’ So I did, and I made sure to let myself have the reigns. If I want a brownie at midnight (which only happened on my birthday) then I just don’t eat breakfast until noon.

That said: I’ve always had blood sugar issues. I can barely fast for ONE meal on Fast Sunday, and at the end of the fast, I’m a mess. My husband always gently guides me out of the church with one hand on the small of my back. He speaks slowly and calmly… “Let’s get you home…” and I answer in a series of groans, “uh… yu…”
Once home (and after the fast is broken), I eat and then I lie down for about 45 minutes. By then, I’ve returned to normal and I hop up to make a brilliant Sunday dinner.

Since I’ve been doing this 12 hour thing, I haven’t had hardly any problems! I don’t believe it’s due entirely to my 12 hour thingy, but I do believe it is a HUGE contributing factor. I’ve been eating less sweets than I normally do (not everyday, but most days. So that’s something) and that has helped tremendously as well.

I signed up to get daily health secrets emailed to me from the Good Doc that spoke to us at “A New You.” A few weeks ago, I read this on Dr. Stan’s website:

I feel strongly that fasting is healing for most people. When we eat, we place our body in a state of stress, which is why we should not eat late at night. Then our repair hormones are suppressed by the stress imposed on the body late at night.

When we are fasting, the energy of the body can be put to the task of healing, rather than to the task of digestion, absorption and utilization of food. When we are ill and not hungry, we should not eat unless we feel the desire to do so. When the body is ready for food after an illness, it will send a message to the brain that it is hungry.

In the early 1900s and late 1800s, fasting for days, or even weeks, was not uncommon; and those who did so recovered more quickly than those who ‘ate through their illness.’

It more fully affirmed to me that what I was doing was right. Had you ever thought about eating as putting stress on your body? I certainly hadn’t! NOW I do. Every time I reach for a piece of toast/cracker/what-have-you out of boredom, I retract my hand and remember that putting stress on my body is a bad, bad thing (as concerns eating).

While at the retreat, Dr. Stan also mentioned that it’s necessary to take a supplement of vitamins and minerals on account of it being pretty impossible -even if you eat organic -to get all of the vitamins straight from the source. He marked soil depletion and early harvesting for shipments as causes. Makes sense. I’ve been taking a supplement that they gave us at the retreat AND I’ve been religiously taking:

Not for any one cause, really. But this little supplement has done nothing bad for me. I’ve been taking it since March, and for the last month I have noticed a difference in my energy. It took a few months, but it was well worth the wait. Also: my lactose intolerance has disappeared entirely.
And my nails are thick like they used to be when I was in high school. I only mention it because the condition of your nails can speak volumes about what’s going on in your body.

Have I been doing yoga? walking? Well… not so much. I’m still working on that.
HOWEVER, last night I DID dream that my sister and I were chased my bears that were giant! THEN I dreamed that I was the host for a gigantic family reunion that looked less like family and more like one big high school reunion that included (but was not limited to) people I went to high school with and people my siblings and parents went to high school with. Incidentally, most of us are related. Yahoo for small towns.
Then my alarm went off.
Then I silenced it and accidentally fell back asleep and dreamed that I ran my buns off on an elliptical machine. When I woke up and realized the sensational burning pain I was feeling in my calves was imagined, I rolled out of bed and ate a hunk of cookie dough.
Fail.
Also, I broke my 12-hour rule this morning by eating COOKIE DOUGH at 8:30 instead of at 10. I usually don’t break that rule.
But, come on. I just out ran bears, hosted a huge party, AND worked out. Cookie dough was the best thing for me given the circumstances.

Here’s to making the rest of the day better -more healthy!
It can only go up from here!

Click HERE for Dr. Stan’s website.

Comments

  1. I dreamed that I was at EFY last night, making eyes at a big, fat, ginger guy named Price Cooper that my brother Steve was trying to convince me to go out with, all while Adam watched me from across the Stake Center. Luckily I remembered he was my husband just in time for us to unite our defenses with an orphanage to fight off some aliens and errant superheroes.

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