When I got back to the US last month I had to find a new doctor. It was important that I found a holistic/integrative physician who would look at me as a whole and not just my individual parts. I've been down the road of a gp here, an endocrinologist there, with a sprinkle of internist on top for good measure. It didn't work for me. No one was looking at how everything was connected.
Well, this new doctor...she gets it. She is also a hardass. She said this had to be a partnership for it to work. And "working" means I feel better. I thrive instead of survive. Sounds good to me! But, she said she can explain and prescribe all she wants, but if I don't hold up my end of the bargain and do what she actually tells me, she will allow me to continue scheduling visits, she'll take my money, and we'll sit through the appointment in silence. THAT got my attention. #respect #thetruthhurts
So here's what she said I had to do until October:
🥇 No more gluten. There was lots of scientific evidence at this point that convinced my stubborn ass this change is what's best for me. Harumph.
🥈 Calm down. Like for real. I'm on a steady diet of epsom salt baths, long walks, stretching, and the sauna (anyone recos on this?). My adrenals are all out of whack, so I have to limit caffeine, ex nay the intense workouts, and finally learn to friggin meditate. For the sake of my soul.
🥉Get a hobby. That is not work. AND is not avoiding life by watching too much Netflix, eating my feelings, and drinking too much. 🙄 Damn. That's rough.
But it all feels right, and I'm ready. So I spent the afternoon at the pool with my fancy new sparkling lemon water sidekick. Because, doctor's orders! 😇