This is my favorite time of the year! I love the colors of fall. The smell of the crisp air. The boots, scarves, and hats that come out of my cedar closet. And, of course everything pumpkin! Pumpkin pie, pumpkin beer, pumpkin martini’s, pumpkin scented candles…
Do you suffer with multiple health symptoms such as fatigue, anxiety, depression, insomnia, allergies, digestive issues, muscle or joint pain, brain fog, pregnancy issues, and/or trouble with losing weight? Women, do you feel that you your hormones are off balance the majority of the time? Are you so used to dealing with your symptoms that you are compromising your potential to live an extraordinary life?
As you may know by now, I have several autoimmune disorders. (That I know of, anyway!)
As far as symptoms, there’s pretty much something every day for any of these disorders.
Trying to wrap my brains around these disorders and symptoms has been overwhelming, to say the least. I want to know. Why did they happen? How did they begin? Could I have done something differently? Did my doctors neglect proper treatment? Did one cause the other? Will I continue to develop more disorders?
In my recent post, “Real Food! For Real.” I mentioned that since becoming a foster mom, I started taking meal prep, at home, a lot more seriously.
Scott and I have been making some great changes at The House on High Street. Our food shopping trips have changed, significantly. The majority of food is produce. Followed by (mostly organic) meat, dairy, and whole grains. We’ve been checking ingredients on any foods that come in boxes, cans, or jars and staying away from bad ingredients.
Well, I have good news, and I have great news! For over 10 weeks now, I have experimented with foods to help determine which work best for me. I mean, that’s really the key, right? Finding the foods that work best without causing frustration or misery. And, this may look different for me than it does for you.
Hi. My name is Rachel. I have been told that I was pretty before. Yeah, it makes me feel nice. But, I have a confession. I am very, VERY, ugly on the inside.
You see, I have Severe Endometriosis. And, apparently, my insides look like Hell Razor!