Purely Balanced Health
A balanced life is a healthy life. Read on for tips to balance your way healthy.
A balanced life is a healthy life. Read on for tips to balance your way healthy.
I remember my mom having a miscarriage when I was five years old. My five year old memory remembers a bloody mess in the hallway from her bedroom to the living room as she scrambled to get to the phone. I remember calling my dad at work as she was working her way toward me. We were in Okinawa Japan and my dad rode a ten speed bike to work so I imagined him peddling his tail off to get to my mom. I’m pretty sure when I called my dad’s work I asked for my daddy, which would be confusing for his office since I should have been asking for Airman Tarantino. I don’t remember much after that. I think the hospital came to get my mom and I wound up at my neighbor’s house. All of this seems like a tragic event for a child but this wasn’t the hard part. What was difficult for me was what followed.
When my mom returned home from the hospital she was in a deep depression. She lay in bed and wouldn’t speak to anyone. She locked all of the doors to the house, even with the chains. I remember her being very stern with me saying not to open the door to anyone. Over the next few days several women would come to the house, usually with some kind of dish, and those that were especially appealing to me were the ones that looked like deserts. While I wanted to open the door as the women would ring the door bell and knock on the door, I didn’t want my mom to get mad at me for opening it. I did the next best thing that I could think of. I unlocked the front door. I hoped that by unlocking the door that someone would try the door and come in. I’d go back to my mom’s bedroom and say, “but mommy, they just want to help you.” She yelled at me to not open the door to anyone. So, I sat in the living room peeking through the curtain on the window looking at everyone who came to the door with the most pathetic, “please save me” look on my face.
This was in 1982 so I suspect there weren’t many resources available to people in my mom’s situation. She was taking care of herself the only way she knew how. Unfortunately, this left me to fend for myself and try to make sense of the situation. I am not, nor have I ever been, angry with my mom for this situation. I remained confused as to why she refused to allow anyone to help her. Fortunately, I have learned from that experience.
When I get in a depression, I do exactly what my mother did then. I hide. I lay in my bed with the covers tight around me and I hide from the world. I think a lot of people do this. Today I am going through the most difficult, dark, experiences of my life. In one of the support books I have read regarding what I am going through compares the grief to that of losing a child. While I appreciate the comparison to really help me come to terms with my emotions right now, I dislike that analogy because I don’t think anything should be compared to that pain. I’d still rather deal with what I’m dealing with over that.
I am struggling to make it through each day right now. As a matter of fact, the thought for this blog came to me with tears in my eyes while laying in my bed feeling miserable. What I have taken away from the situation I experienced as a child is I don’t want to put my own child through that. I do still allow myself time to hide in my bed because, let’s face it, sometimes we just have to. I have a therapist helping me through this and I have allowed my friends to help me. I have people I talk to and can turn to when I am drowning. My mother didn’t feel like she had this for herself.
My mom was an amazing mom. She had me potty trained by two, reading by three, and played with my Barbies with me when I know she’d rather be doing something else. I had a great relationship with my mom as a child. She was excellent at taking care of others but didn’t have a clue as to how to care for herself. I am glad that she taught me how to take care of myself over the years. She was so worried I’d be like her. She’d always say she wanted me to be better and not do the things she does. I’m sorry, mom, but I do a LOT of stuff exactly like you.
So, when you are in your darkest hour and depression and/or anxiety has your heart in knots and your hands shaking uncontrollably, remember to let people save you. Let your close friends or family know that you are struggling so they can take your kids for a while so you have that time to hide under the covers. Tell your friends the crazy stupid thoughts that are driving you nuts and won’t go away in your head. They are your friends so they love you and they want to be there for you. Anything you think or feel otherwise is your mind telling you lies so you stay in your “safe place” but you really aren’t safe there. Let those who love you love on you.
It is no secret that I have a slight obsession with hormones so when I was diagnosed with something hormone related I saw it coming a mile away but was in complete denial that it could be happening. I was looking for any other possible explanation while my doctor had blood tests done. Talk about some serious brain fog happening! I thought I knew what brain fog felt like from when I was going through some hormone changes a few years ago but I was dead wrong. The sensation I’ve been feeling is best explained with feeling like my head has been detached from my body but still trying to tell the body what to do. It just wasn’t working. It was like my head was floating above me. No, I mean it. It felt like I was floating. What an odd sensation.
The exhaustion and physical symptoms aside, I have learned the most important aspect of this disease.
Nobody understands. Nobody.
Coworkers can’t understand why you aren’t getting work done in a timely manner and they just see you sitting there “wasting time” when you are really sitting there trying to figure out if you are looking at a computer monitor or the calendar on the desk. They don’t understand why when they ask you a question you give strange answers that don’t make sense or you struggle to find the right words to say the simplest thing. It is humiliating! You can tell they are frustrated with you or you fear they think you are faking it. There is no way to tell them what you are feeling. You try and they nod as you apologize for your foggy state but they are still going to expect you to go back to your desk and punch out whatever it is they want from you and you are still going to stare at the screen clueless.
At home I had it easier. My husband was extremely understanding. That doesn’t mean it was all roses and chocolates. He was getting frustrated with me too. He was trying his best to help me through it and he still does but we’ve had our moments where I could see the look on his face that he couldn’t hide with “here we go again” and it is heart breaking. We can’t help the way our body feels and we can’t help the headaches, exhaustion, and inability to communicate effectively. Let’s not even discuss the lack of libido. Fortunately, he just had surgeries so I didn’t have to stress over the guilt of not being “in the mood” very much. None the less, it is confusing to experience when you are use to a normal, healthy sex drive.
I’ve known the sciency stuff to thyroid disorder and I’ve worked with hypothyroid women in the past but there is nothing like experiencing it yourself to fully grasp what others are going through. I’m not thrilled with the diagnosis but I also see the blessing in this. I now have a better understanding of what my clients are going through. Now I know you need time to sort through the words that are coming out of my mouth sometimes but other times you’ll be lightyears ahead of me because your fog has lifted. I’ll be able to understand your fears, the emotional pain and loneliness this disease causes.
Why are you still working out after all these months and you are still fat? It obviously isn’t working!
These are the hurtful words one of my clients had to experience at work. When she told me about this my instant response was to be angry. My client is just under 300lbs so she isn’t tiny and she hasn’t really changed in weight since she’s been working with me. She gains and loses around 10lbs every few weeks, hovering just below 300lbs. Do I feel like a failure as her trainer? Is she disappointed in her results? Why IS she still working with me, anyway? Let’s dig into this situation deeper so we can answer those questions.
Do I feel like a failure? Absolutely not. I do get frustrated with the situation once in awhile but I understand that there is more to this than weight. I have been by her side while she has struggled with various health problems. I’ve even had her take time off to recover from a few. Our bodies do need rest, despite what we keep telling ourselves. I have watched her go through some scary obstacles. Actually, I’m kind of the one who put her in those obstacle paths. I’ve helped her overcome food barriers that prevented her from getting proper nutrients. That in itself is a great obstacle to overcome and is something she will have to work through for her whole life.
Is she disappointed in her results? Nope. She has more energy and has felt healthier than she has in years. Her confidence has increased drastically. The once too terrified to step into a fitness center woman has pushed through the threshold and can now go to a gym by herself. I’m sure she still feels uncomfortable but she has learned to work through that and do what she wants to do for her and set aside the perceived thoughts and ideas others might have of a “fat woman” in the gym. She has since taken on several 5K runs and actually runs them rather than walking. She has grown stronger in so many ways.
Why is she still working with me? She trusts me. That is the simple answer. I am there when she needs me. I was there when she sat in the parking lot of the fitness center and was scared to get out. I was down the road in the grocery store when she called me. I finished what I was doing there and went over to the gym. I am proud to say that by the time I got there she got herself through the doors but I went in, found her, and told her how great it was what she did. She knows I will be there for her when she needs me. I will pick her up when she falls, dust her off, and get her back out there again.
So, while you may not get instant results and lose 20lbs in two months while working with me, you will be working on self improvement from the inside out in all aspects of life. This is why I call the business Purely Balanced Health. We work to bring balance to your whole life rather than just changing numbers on a scale. The scale can’t tell you how healthy you are. The scale can’t tell you how happy you are. It doesn’t show how much energy you have. It doesn’t show how strong you are. A scale tells you one thing; how much you weigh. It doesn’t know if that weight is fat or muscle.
You blog about it.
If you’ve followed me for any time and stopped following me because I quit writing then you know my on again off again situation with “business” as I have been calling it. In all actuality I’ve had a hobby and not a business. I mean, I have a full time job that I had no intentions of quitting because my “business” was making enough money so I could quit. No, I’ve had a hobby that I play with while I work because the hobby is what I want to do when I grow up AKA retire from the day job. Well, the final hours of the day job are here and now I’m ready to turn the hobby into a real business that makes me more than Monopoly money so I can actually feed my family. So, now what?
I’ve created this identity through Purely Balanced Health that has changed over the course of the years as my hobby has evolved into various things. The one constant has been the title, “Purely Balanced Health” and my end goal of helping people learn how to live healthy lives in a naturopathic way. I’ve evolved from the hormone balance estrogen dominance; we all need natural progesterone cream mindset. I switched roles to personal trainer because I wanted to be able to work with people while still having a job and I thought this was the best way to do that. As it turns out, I don’t really care to “just train people” and I would rather educate on eating and healthy living. My desire to help people hasn’t changed but the level of education and training I’ve received over the years has, which has caused a shift in what I want to do when I grow up. I still have a passion for hormone balance and I still think fitness is a vital piece of the health puzzle. I love teaching about toxins, what they do to us, and how we can minimize our exposure. I really love playing detective with you to figure out the best path for your health. I can’t help but pry and ask more questions when someone casually mentions they aren’t feeling well. I want to find out why. I can’t wait to dig into my books and resources to break it down and find the cause so I can try to help you heal. Add in a sprinkle of spiritual health and a dab of emotional health and we’ve got some Purely Balanced Health happening here.
“It sounds like you got it together, Cynthia, so what’s your problem?” Well, apparently the title for what this encompasses is “health coach” and I’m not sure if that’s how I want to be labeled. I really know that I don’t want to be called a personal trainer. That really does not relate to everything I offer at all. That is a fraction of what I will do with people. Granted, fitness training will most likely be what we spend the most time together doing but the rest of what we work on together is where the real changes and growth (or shrinkage, you know what I mean) will happen. Oh, there it is; that huge sigh that I can’t control and causes my husband to ask me what’s wrong. Yeah, the simplest thing stresses me out. I am running through the technical aspect of business with no trouble. Business plan CHECK, Insurance CHECK, budget CHECK but don’t ask me what I call myself because I’ll give you a blank stare as I run through the many options in my head. – hormone fat loss specialist – naturopath – hormone balance specialist – wellness coach… nope, don’t like that coach word – wellness advocate… that makes me seem like I am the cheerleader on the sideline saying you should be health instead of the person helping you do it, scratch that – health coach… why does this make me cringe?
I think I dislike the term “health coach” because I don’t like the association with the word “coach” and sports. I am not a fan of competitive sports or competition in general. I have been corrected on this by my husband, by the way. He swears I am very competitive, just not athletically. I really had to stop and stew in that for a bit and ultimately agreed. Why is that man always right? My next concern is potential clients. Do you people even know what a health coach is? Do I know what a health coach is? The term seems so vague to me. I want a title that really speaks to what it is I do, what I offer, and who I am. Honestly, part of me is thinking I need to just go to medical school so I can have the title “doctor” and call it good. I mean, who argues with the doctor? Oh wait… I do.
What do you think? Am I a “health coach” or am I something else? If I am something else in your eyes then how do you see me? Until you can help me come up with an all-encompassing title for me, I guess I will settle for “health coach” and be content.
If you are a mom then your health is more than YOUR health. It is about your kids too. They watch you and learn how to take care of themselves based on what you do and how you treat yourself.
When I was a child my mother would TELL me how to act in various things in life but she didn't always DO what she told me and I remember watching that and doing as she did rather than what she said. She wanted me to be better than her and not make the same mistakes so she told me how to do better but she didn't realize that the only true way to make me better than her was for her to better for herself as well.
You can educate your children about not eating a lot of sugar or not drinking soda/pop but if you are doing these things yourself then you are not helping them. Worse yet is if you are eating healthy and preparing these good meals for yourself but you just know your kids would never eat that stuff so you continue to let them eat pop-tarts for breakfast and corn dogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner, you are failing them. It is up to you, as their parent, to teach them how to eat healthy NOW. If you are struggling with learning how to eat healthy food as an adult, why would you want to make them suffer the same fate? Make your children eat the foods they “don’t like” now so they will be comfortable with them and learn to love them as adults. They say they don’t like it because they aren’t use to it. They will play the “I don’t like it” card as long as you will allow it. If they refuse to eat then so be it. They will not starve themselves. Keep presenting them with healthy foods and they will eat eventually, don’t worry. It is better for them to learn what a little hunger pain feels like rather than them filling themselves with junk foods that are toxic and cancerous to their little bodies. It is hard going through this process but it is absolutely necessary for their health.
Moms, if you constantly keep trying this or that fad diet and fail and/or constantly talk about yourself negatively; they are watching you and learning from you. They are seeing that your self-hatred is normal. They are learning how they are supposed to treat themselves as adults and they are learning how they are supposed to allow others to treat them. Be kind to yourself so you teach your children how to love themselves.
Moving from the title "Live Healthy Sexy" to "Whole You Personal Training" was not something that came lightly for me. I really wanted to stick to the message I was trying to send with the phrase "live healthy sexy" but until you've heard me speak at a seminar or have participated in any of my training sessions, you might not fully appreciate that as a title with the word "sexy" in there. My use of the word "sexy" has nothing to do with being sexual or even how one looks. I am using the word to describe how we feel about ourselves. If we do not feel "sexy" and love ourselves then we can't really let go of the worry about what others are thinking of us and allow ourselves to live for the one person who really counts; ourselves.
I didn't want the perception to be there that I am trying to transform your appearance into this magnificent super model with long skinny legs. That isn't the service I provide. This led to the birth of the new name, "Whole You Personal Training." Personal training is not just about fitness and making sure you are doing 3 sets of 15 reps in good form and counting your calories. Anyone who has trained with me knows I am not a calorie counter. I'm not saying calories aren't important. I just don't like math. Personal training is really teaching clients how to live a healthy lifestyle. This includes everything from stress management to fitness to nutrition to spirituality to self love and acceptance. This really encompases everything that makes you, well you.
The most important thing for me, as a woman, is to help all women see themselves as a valuable person regardless of what they look like. I want all women to feel beautiful and love themselves rather than focus on their fat, skin, hair, or clothes. None of those things matter. What matters is loving yourself enough to want to do whatever it takes to be healthy and live a long, happy life.
What's important to me as a trainer is to help you have more energy to do things with your family and friends. I want to help you lose weight so you can do the things you want to do; not because you want to be a size 2 or 120lbs.
Whole You Personal Training is more than a title. It is all about you. We will work together to achieve your healthy living goals and live healthy sexy.
Right now Live Healthy Sexy is in the beginning stages of growth. The business isn't even officially open yet. You will be watching as we go through the motions of planning and preparing for full time operation. This is going to involve a lot of behind the scenes business stuff nobody really cares to read about so I'll not bore you with the details.
This is also a time of transition for me, personally. I will have to prepare myself for the transition from military life to civilian life. Unless you have served in the military, I don't think it is possible to fully appreciate how challenging that can be. There are a lot of emotions that go into this as well. It is no secret that I desire retirement more than anything right now. That comes with fears too, though. You see, I've been literally born into the military. I have never known what it is like to live as a civilian. My father was in the Air Force my entire life and didn't retire until two years after I had joined myself. I've always had the comfort of knowing I am medically covered and there will always be a roof over my head because the military provided that for us. As a civilian, those securities will be gone. That is very scary.
As I have written in a previous blog post, I've "let myself go." I have fallen prey to the very thing I see so many others going through. I have given in to the sugar addiction. I have fallen into a lazy lifestyle. I can't even call it sedentary. It is flat out laziness. This all has to change during this year. Although I'm not planning to train people for body building competitions and such, I do need to represent myself accordingly. I want to help people lose fat and not gain it back. Right now, when I look in the mirror, I do not see a "personal trainer." I am sure part of this is Body Dysmoprphic Disorder (BDD), which is when you look in the mirror and you don't see the real you but a distorted version. I think this is actually a pretty common problem, especially among women in our society. None the less, I am doing my part and following my own nutrition advice and workout routines. Some of you will be coming along on this journey very closely with me and will be working out with me. Others of you will be watching me from the sidelines, also known as the internet, and taking notes. I am very well aware that all eyes are on me. I know that once I proclaimed that I was going to start walking the walk instead of just talking the talk, that you all were shifting in your seats to be prepared to call me out on it if I don't follow through.
As important as it is to me to not fail you and to give you all someone to look to as a strong mentor, I really just need this for me. Yes, I do want you to be proud of me but I need to be proud of myself more.
Alright. Let's talk poop for a second. When we moved to Japan and Turkey when I was a kid, I learned about the hole in the floor style toilet. It was still ceramic like the seat toilet we have in the U.S. The difference is you are naturally in the position in the 2nd depiction here. Speaking from experience, this is a much more efficient way to poop. I've seen articles and videos here in the U.S. suggesting people use a stool to lift their feet. So, it isn't a secret that the position we are putting ourselves in with the seat style toilet isn't ideal.
The picture I have below, showing a “squat toilet” is one that can be found in Japan. This looks a little different than what I used in Turkey but they are essentially the same concept. You squat to pee and poop. Your feet go on the outside and you straddle the hole. It flushes like normal or there might be a water faucet with a bucket (usually in the country, old school areas) for you to clean yourself and the toilet when you are finished.
My husband thinks I’m crazy to want this style of a toilet in my house. I really think it is the best position to do the dirty deed in so it makes sense to have one installed. I wouldn't mind one of those fancy heated and cooled seats you can find in Japan too, though. Those suckers are nifty with remote controls and everything. The squat toilet is more cost effective and more ideal for the best elimination process though, so I’ll go with that option.
This opens a door for my rant on public restrooms, women restrooms in particular. I don’t really think hovering is something most men concern themselves with but we know most women don’t let their skin touch that seat. Either by hovering or putting toilet paper or those handy dandy seat covers on the seat. Women just don’t want to do it. So, wouldn't this squat toilet make more sense for us to use in public toilets? Our skin doesn't ever touch anything. It is way more sanitary. We might not be accustomed to squatting and not everyone has the balance to squat since it isn't something we, as Americans do regularly BUT I say we’re struggling to over a seat up high already anyway, so let’s make it easier on ourselves.
So, you think I’m crazy, right? Well, the squat toilet helps our bodies be in a better position to eliminate waste and not hurt our colon in the process. We reduce the risk of painful and annoying hemorrhoids by being in this position. The squat toilet doesn't have anything you have to touch on it other than where your feet go on either side and I’m sure you are wearing shoes anyway so it is significantly more sanitary. I don’t see how this is a crazy concept at all. It seems pretty logical to me. Then again, these are my thoughts so, of course I’m going think it is logical. What do you think?
Alright. Here is my moment of honesty. (I'm always honest but this is REAL DEEP stuff here lol) You all see me post about healthy eating and reducing sugars etc. Well, guess what? I've been preaching with a brownie in one hand and a bowl of ice cream in the other. Translation: this girl is about to start practicing what she's been preaching. I believe this is a vicious cycle with depression. You feel bad so you eat comfort foods then you feel worse. You all know the story because I know you do it too. Well, I quit. I was doing really good and had a great healthy lifestyle until 2011. A lot of really bad stuff happened with our family then and we all fell apart and healthy anything seemed to not matter anymore for any of us.
There is a lot of psychology in eating. Like I just wrote, there is a circle that happens and we tend to get trapped in it. Don’t think that those people you see on stage at fitness competitions don’t crave sweets and potato chips like the rest of us. They do. It really hits them when they are in the 12 weeks right before a show and they have to really watch their food intake. Nobody is immune to this. We all just have different goals and different things that drive us to eat what we do. We are all so different in what our strengths and weaknesses are. Some crave pizza while others (me) crave chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and bananas. Each of us has a vice and we cave for different reasons.
So, enough generalization. Let’s get back to me and my personal struggles. I obviously want to be healthy and I want to encourage others to do the same. I mean, you are reading this blog on a health and wellness site, so I must be all about healthy stuff. I’ve never really had to eat healthy growing up. I was always way too skinny and was picked on for it. I had times when I would eat nonstop because I wanted to be normal. When I was in high school I didn’t really think about it much but elementary school and middle school was rough for me. High school, once my family moved back to the states from Turkey, was rough for me. I would go all day without eating and chewed gum to trick my body into thinking it was getting food. I would only eat dinner and ice cream every night before bed. The ice cream before bed was a family tradition that didn’t break until years after I left home and I still crave it now. Dinner was probably not a great meal either because I didn’t like meat and would eat only the vegetables serves, which was usually corn or green beans because that is all my dad likes. Then I’d have whatever carb was with the meal. So, my body was being starved by this point. I had problems with being dizzy and light headed. I even passed out a few times. I didn’t have a normal menstrual cycle and was put on birth control pills to regulate it at a young age. That was embarrassing for me since I was a virgin not wanting anyone to thing I was the school slut. We all remember the confusion and emotions of the high school days so I’ll move on to the next era.
I joined the Air force at the ripe age of 17. When I went to basic training they had me on a special meal program because I had to gain weight while I was there because I was under the military weight standards at the time. I gained 16lbs while I was there. It didn’t stay on for long even though I was eating more regularly after training. I ate quite well; actually, because of the military chow hall food (we can’t call it that anymore. We have to be all proper and say “dining facility” now lol). Fast forward about a year into my first base and everyone is starting this new birth control and blowing up like balloons, gaining 15-30lbs. Now, these girls are all obviously upset over their weight gain but I’m thinking to myself, “I need this Depo Provera stuff to be normal” so I get on it at age 19 and don’t come off of it until 25. Guess what? I didn’t gain weight. I did, however, gain a whole different list of problems because of that but that story has already been written so I’ll leave that alone. I decide to try this gym thing. I was scared since I never stepped foot into a gym before. I had some really cute people help me get through that though. The hot guys telling you they’ll take you to the gym and teach you to work out is pretty good motivation. I liked working out but I didn’t feel confident enough to go to the gym by myself. I’m obviously over that now.
Interesting thing about the gym; you don’t need it. You can do all of that stuff in your own house and yard. Anyway, I wound up getting married to a guy who did competitions. The first show I went to I was shocked. I have never seen a woman posing. I thought it was just men. Then I see the girl who lived above me in the dorm building get on stage looking all buff and muscular. She didn’t look like that regularly. That’s just for the show. I kind of wanted to do that. That desire has come and gone over the years. It’s pretty much gone now. I’m not really a competitive type anyway. What I do want is that body. I want to look like I could compete if I wanted to. I mean, that IS what a personal trainer should look like, right? Y’all expect a lot from your trainers these days, I tell ya! J Well, none of this whole personal trainer stuff happened until many years later. I had my two children before I even thought about getting certified. Shoot, after I had my son and was around 180lbs, I didn’t care about losing it and was pretty content with my pudge until he was around three years old.
Can we talk about eating habits while pregnant? I have to tell you I want nuts with my first pregnancy and ate and ate and ate. I figured if I kept eating then I wouldn’t be able to have morning sickness. Why do they call it that, anyway? It is ALL DAY sickness. Who are they trying to fool? A lot of women do this, even when we know we shouldn’t. It is just such an easy excuse to use. Fortunately, I didn’t do the same thing with my second pregnancy and I bounced back to pre-pregnancy weight in six months. It DOES make a difference.
These are all the various cycles of my life which lead me to where I am today. I’m not fat by most people’s standards. I wear a size 8-10 jean on my heavy days and a size 6 when I’m doing good. I tend to stay in the 8s simply because I know I don’t look fat to anyone else but myself. I don’t have a lot of incentive to improve on myself when I have the mindset of “what everyone else thinks of me” instead of focusing on how I feel. When I mean how I feel, I mean all the way around. What I see when I look in the mirror. The mood I tend to be in. The amount of acne on my face or how dry my skin is and how my hair looks. All of this is dependent on the foods you eat and how active you are. All illnesses can be controlled by food. I didn’t say cured. I said controlled.
Sometimes I wonder if I perceive myself to be fat because I was so skinny my whole life and that is what I expect to see when I look in the mirror. I am what I always wanted to be; normal. Now that I am normal, I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to look like the toothpick either. What I want is to be healthy and to do that; I need to get the food thing down. This is my very long story as to why I always say fat loss is a journey and not a goal. You have to realize this is a lifestyle change that is going to take time to learn. Your journey will not be the same as mine or anyone else. We may have similar paths but we’re going to have things that we have to do differently based on how our body reacts to and processes the foods we eat.
The foods we eat can cause depression, anxiety, GI tract issues, brain fog, liver and kidney problems. Really, food controls what nutrients your cells have to work with so it has an impact on every aspect of your body. My favorite analogy for pH balance is to think of our body as a fish tank and how it requires a good filter etc. Well, I think we can apply that same statement to food as well. Food is a huge factor in or pH level too so it is all connected anyway. Now to put all of this into action and let go of the psychological hold food has on me. Are you going to join me?
If you have visited this site before, you can see a huge change in appearance. I've completely changed the feel of the site. I hope it is easier for everyone to navigate and the services offered are easy to find.
This is just the beginning. I'm very excited about getting everything started. I will be moving forward bit by bit. I do have that "day job" that takes up time but my goal is to be 100% by the time terminal leave for retirement starts so I transition straight from one source of income right into another.
What is the end goal?
My dream is to have aquaponics established and for my husband to participate in this business venture by working on the vegetable aspect of healthy eating. I would love for him to provide food preparation classes where he will teach how to prepare foods in the best way to maintain their nutritional value and avoid unnecessary fats and toxins. While he is working that, I will be providing fitness classes, personal training sessions, nutrition counseling, and wellness classes. I hope to have enough business and income to support those in need. We have a food pantry right across the street from our home that would probably not be too terribly upset to receive assistance from us in the way of food and classes.
I am working on both on site and online programs to offer. Online personal training will be provided as well as health webinars. I hope you are with us while we grow and can share in this experience. I can't wait for all of this to unfold!
Cynthia is a certified personal trainer and women's health advocate. She has studied Natural Medicine at Everglades University and has been researching hormone health since 2006.