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Healing: The Inside Out



The Inside Out
If two-thirds of Americans are over-weight; and ten percent of our gross product is made up of health-care. Yet, no one listens to a doctor, nutritionist or the like on how one would need to refrain from eating processed foods, reduce sugars, increase their plant-based foods in their daily consumptions, going for a daily stroll, as well having the proper daily water intake.

If we actually paid attention. And we took responsibility for how we individually treat the inside of our bodies. That ten percent in expenses for health-care would probably go down. We would have more funds to help ourselves in other areas of life. Imagine having more funds for your child’s clothing, new birthday gift, new pair of walking shoes, that yoga lesson you always wanted to take. Perhaps, taking that online class or getting that degree you’ve always wanted, but had to work too long to save for it.

It’s never too late. I’ve had clients in their eighties change their diets. They knew they were having a gluten-intolerance issue.  I had one client who I knew was a little too overweight, yet I said it to her once ten years before. And I never mentioned it again, because I knew her doctor already had spoken to her about it. She had replacement parts, and couple other autoimmune compromising conditions. One day she found out that one of her younger relatives had celiac disease.

Although the person was young, no underlying conditions and was lean as well as regularly active. They still had this condition that now they could no longer had any gluten products. This set my eighty year old client on a mission. She decided she wanted to see what it was like for the young relative, as well she wanted to know how to help them.  So, she began to realize over the next year or so, that she may have a sensitivity to gluten, although they’d always thought it was mostly a dairy issue with her.

One day, I noticed she seemed healthier. She’d lost weight. Finally, I said, “Wow, you seem like you’re doing better than you have in years.” She responded, “I think I am. I lost thirty pounds this year.” I asked, “Oh I see that.  How’d you do it? What changed?”  She replied, “…so, I went gluten free eleven months ago.” I remarked, “That is amazing. I never thought you would.” She then elaborated on how her relative had the issue and it made her re-think her diet.

I had suggested it to her a couple years before, then I let the subject drop. It had been the cookies, pie and cakes she was eating too often that made her sluggish. That’s what I noticed the most. She seemed more spry than she had been.  After some months as she had been developing other medical conditions within her body; I’m certain she would’ve been dead by now had she not made the changes, a little over a year ago. Medical conditions that she’d ran into last year, were resolved as if she were thirty years younger.  One thing I know, most of us die from the inside out.

The tissues we see as our skin on the outside will deteriorate with age and other exposures. However, the skin inside us surrounding our intestines, pericardial sack and the like are aging even faster. And at times more than we know. Most of us also heal from the inside as well.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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