Holiday Wrap-up

Here’s to almost no sleep for a week.

Here’s to early morning hockey game drives.

Here’s to restlessness and excitement.

Here’s to seeing new friends, exchanging gifts with them, and having play dates with each others’ kids.

Here’s to an amazing meal with the family, and baking cookies for Santa.

Here’s to stockings of PJs and opening a present from 1500 miles away.

Here’s to Jenga and laughter and smiles til bedtime.

Here’s to being puked on at midnight when Santa was supposed to arrive, scrubbing the bathroom, whilst getting your kid into the shower.

Here’s to staying up til 2am washing puke clothes and towels.

Here’s to being Santa at 2am after the puke clothes were clean.

Here’s to wrapping up last minute online notions for friends.

Here’s to being woken up with immense excitement to see that Santa came.

Here’s to spending time together and appreciating one another.

Here’s to unwinding and getting some rest.

Here’s to doing it all again through the new year.

Here’s to a love filled home.

For the Noms

I never had a solid idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Sure, with the way that my mind thinks and operates, how I’m able to consider different opinions and see different sides of things, I really wanted to be a lawyer.  I was compassionate and cared about others, wanting to help them, so I also wanted to be a doctor of some sort or work in the medical field.  Law and Medical school both require far more financial backing than what I was ever privy to.  So in addition to working in event management, I pursued a career in emergency medical services.  I learned that doing something to help others was definitely what I wanted to do in life, but EMS was not the answer.  (I don’t have the patience for people who abuse the system.  Or abuse others.  Or themselves.)  So what’s the solution?

In my early 20’s, I faced some pretty heavy medical issues.  Due to being a carrier for a host of genetic issues, doctors were hellbent on thinking that I had a degree of Marfan’s Syndrome and that my symptoms were caused by a heart defect.  After spending time with a Holter monitor, tilt table tests, and various other stress tests, they simply couldn’t figure it out.  As an EMT student, I was learning about anatomy and was tracking my glucose (and other vitals) for practice.  When I felt one of my syncope episodes coming on, I checked my sugar again just before passing out.  Low and behold, my sugar was plummeting at a rapid pace.  A tech student figuring out what a panel of physicians couldn’t.  /flex  Because I was so young, thin, and otherwise healthy, the possibility of being a diabetic didn’t cross anyone’s mind, but some additional lab work confirmed it.  I was a type 2 diabetic with postprandial hypoglycemia.  A diagnosis only meant prescriptions and a host of misinformation.  They wanted to treat the symptoms, but did nothing for the actual problem.  All varieties of Metformin made me exhaustively sick and I wasn’t about to start shooting insulin.  So what’s the solution?

The solution to both problems was learning about nutrition.  I felt that prescriptions were nothing more than putting a band-aid across a bullet hole.  I knew that I wasn’t the only person facing odd health issues that wanted a more permanent fix than having to take medicine for the rest of my life.  Decades ago these issues weren’t fixed with a pill or an injection.  So I hit the books.  I took my training in anatomy a step further and learned about what we put into our bodies did to us.  If sugar was the problem, why take a pill to better handle the sugar.  Why not just cut out the source of the problem?  I learned about low carb diets, low fat diets, plant based, meat based, paleo, intermittent fasting, and everything in between.  Obviously since I wasn’t a lawyer or a doctor, I couldn’t afford free ranged organic everything, so I learned how to buy the best quality of foods for the budget that I had.  I figured out what was worth splurging on and what I could get away with at a lower quality.  In a matter of months, not years, but months, I cut my A1c in half.  I had to change my body’s homeostasis.  As years passed, my pancreas did enough healing that I’ve been in normal glucose ranges without medications for a few years in a row now.  Along the way, I’ve been able to educate my physicians on my methods, and in turn, have hopefully helped others through them.

For the first time in my life, I’m excited to go back to college.  I’ve put quite a bit of time and effort looking into different programs and credentials.  The goal is to become certified in holistic nutrition – and perhaps even become a registered dietitian – so that I can open my own clinic.  Since the US isn’t as receptive to alternative solutions yet, I’ll start this venture in Canada where the views on healthcare are vastly different.  I want to be able to help people that have a diagnosis for their ailments to find another way to deal with it.  I want to help people change their relationships with food and to become the best versions of themselves.  I already have an opportunity to speak to a small group about the value and basics of nutrition and help them manage healthier choices within their means!  I’m ridiculously excited to turn over a new leaf in life and actually do what I feel that I’m called to do.

Here’s to new adventures! /cheer