I eat healthy, I am thin, I exercise, and really if I am not in perfect health I don’t know who the hell is. I take a multi-vitamin, C, A, B,
D3, selenium, grape seed, kefir, wheat grass juice, and flax seed oil. I eat no processed foods and my big vice is coffee and a few glasses of wine each week. I buy organic chicken, and free range eggs. Every day I eat a salad and I drink about 8 glasses of water. What else can I do? Isn’t that enough? I guess not. Today I went to a nutritionist who checked my ‘healthy level’ and it only came in at
29%! Yes, onl 29%!
I am beyond shocked and disgusted. What the hell am I refraining from my kettle chips for? I have given up my beloved Mike’s Hard Lemonade. And worst yet, I haven’t had fried shrimp in years. Why am I denying myself such pleasures in life? Would I be worse off if I didn’t eat healthy? Really? How low can I go? And what would it take for me to get in the 80% range of health? Or even 50%?
The test given to me was a scan through my hand. I have no idea how it works but it can detect deficiencies, allergies, and your over all health level. Can these scans really tell what is going on in our bodies? I hope not. I am going to get extensive blood tests to check what is going on with me. Who knows, maybe I would be dead if I wasn’t eating as well as I am. Maybe I would be toxic. At one point after Hannah was born I was completely depleted of all nutrients. I wrote about it in my book. I couldn’t lift my head off the pillow in the morning. Every time I stepped onto the floor my feet were full of pins and needles. I fell asleep while I was bathing Hannah one afternoon. And I dreamed of driving my truck into a tree.
After dozens of the top doctors diagnosing me with everything from fibromyalgia to MS, I turned to natural homeopathic remedies and nutritionists. I changed my diet, I juiced, I started taking supplements and I have felt like a million bucks for the past six years. I know I was doing something right. So maybe I was at zero. Maybe I was on the verge of cancer. Maybe I did have one of those auto immune diseases the doctors diagnosed me with. Maybe I still do. Maybe 29% is a good number for me right now. But I can do better. I will do better.
I know one thing. I feel better today than I did at 30. I am 43 and I feel more alive, healthier, sexier, and happier than I have ever felt. I feel like I am in a place of contentment that can only come to you in your forties. I think it only gets better, but only if you are committed to getting better. So the scan, who knows if it is accurate. I know from what my body is telling me that I am doing pretty good. And so now I ask you, what is your body telling you? And can you do better?