I’ve Had My Challenges To Deal With, Too
Like many people, I chalked up a lot of my health concerns to just getting older. I’d managed to make it to 50 and was getting along pretty well, all things considered. The irksome things I was dealing with like achy knees and shoulders, a slowly-increasing waistline, the gradual drop in energy levels and chronic pressure in my GI tract…I was taking these things in stride. It’s all part of aging, right?
I could accept the achy knees, the need for a little coffee in the morning and some green tea in the afternoon, but what I couldn’t accept was not being able to keep up with my kids when we played hide and seek. That was hard to swallow. Okay, the belly fat was obnoxious as well. I really didn’t like that, but I’ll be darned if I could get rid of it. The chocolate I ate too much of to keep my energy level up couldn’t have had anything to do with the belly, could it? Nah. Chocolate’s good for you, right?
By the time I was in my early 20’s, I already knew things weren’t quite right with my health. Things weren’t bad, but I could tell that something was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I could tell things were beginning to slip. I managed to meet a station wagon head on while riding my bicycle as a nine year old boy, and wound up in a coma, an alternate reality and a body cast as well. Not quite getting the two-wheeled lesson, I crashed a motorcycle pretty badly, injuring my lower spine in the process. I was back to normal after several months, but had to recalibrate the meaning of normal, because stiffness and discomfort were a constant companion.
So I did what most people do: I changed my diet and started exercising. I cut out coffee and sugar, and beginning in 1990, I went vegan. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I bought a juicer and soon I was living on carrot juice. You know those people who drink so much of it they turn orange? Yep, that was me. And I started doing triathlons, too. If you’re gonna exercise, you might as well go for it. Moderation—who me? I began intermittent fasting as well. On top of all that, I decided to go to chiropractic college, and I quit my insanely stressful job.
With all that change in a short time, I noticed improvements in my health. But as the years rolled by and my body continued to be starved for nourishment, not to mention tired from all the wear and tear I placed on it from overexercising, all the things I was doing to be healthy were wearing me out. Ten years into hardcore exercising and being a vegan/vegetarian and all I wanted was a freaking steak. Every time I smelled meat cooking I felt like an angry caveman, desperate to devour it on the spot. But I was vegetarian, and vegetarians don’t eat steak, because if they do, they’re no longer vegetarians, and vegetarians have a hard time losing their religion.
I don’t struggle with sore knees anymore, and my shoulders are great. I can once more outrun my kids, my belly only exists in pictures, chocolate holds no sway over me and caffeine is a thing of the past. I trimmed down by 20 pounds, feel stronger than ever and have enough energy to drive myself crazy. My sleep cycle is better than it’s ever been, and I feel awake and alive in a way that’s pleasantly unfamiliar. The blueprint works, and I’m eternally grateful for what’s it’s bringing to people’s lives.
Piecing together the blueprint is the most challenging thing I’ve done. Triathlons are easy compared to the thousands of hours of research that’ve gone into it. It’s been an incredible journey, and it’s one that’ll never be done. Necessity is the mother of invention, the old saying goes. And it’s a very old saying at that: Plato used it in his book, The Republic, a little less than 2,400 years ago. It was true then, and it’s still true today.
The mother of the healing blueprint, as I mentioned in Why I developed a completely new healing blueprint, is that my fiancé, Nicole, developed very advanced breast cancer that had metastasized through her spine and body before it was ever diagnosed. She’s sitting right here as I write this, sweet as ever. She’s the inspiration for the blueprint, the mother of it all. She’s given up her vegetarian religion, too, along with lots of other things. So innocently and unwittingly we make choices that slowly, insidiously rob us of our health. This we do until we find a better way. I’m finally done struggling with my health, and I’d love to help you if you’re struggling with yours. If I can be of help, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org