by Mark Sisson: 13
Holiday Gifts to Support a PrimalLifestyle
It is my
pleasure to share Tara’s success story with you today. Follow
her journey through marriage, the birth of her twin boys, and a
year and a half transformation to a healthy lifestyle. When doctors
fail, when WebMD fails, it’s time to take health education
into your own hands.
If you have
your own Primal Blueprint success story and you’d like to share
it with me and the community please contact me here.
Have a wonderful Thursday, everyone, and thanks for reading!
I had been
fairly healthy my entire life, but had always carried about 10 extra
pounds. When I turned 24, that changed. All of a sudden, I started
experiencing allergies. Major weight gain. Depression. Acne. Itchy
scalp. Boils. Missed periods and debilitating pain when they did
come. Joint pain. IBS. These were all new things to me.
I saw dozens
of doctors – German ones, Canadian ones, American and Dutch.
Some told me I was suffering from allergies. Others made me keep
a food journal and count calories. Some gave me acne medication.
I was poked, prodded and bled. The one conclusion that all of the
doctors shared was that I was overreacting, hysterical and wasting
their time. According to them, I was just fat and lazy – and
probably a hypochondriac.
I was miserable.
I tried everything to lose weight, but I was just so tired all of
the time. I diagnosed myself with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS),
Metabolic Syndrome, endometriosis and depression, which the doctors
then confirmed. They put me on Prozac, which made me gain more weight.
At my heaviest, I was around 235 lbs. I am a 5’9" female. 235
lbs is not a healthy weight. When I asked the doctors HOW to lose
weight, I was told, “We don’t know. Just lose it. Then
symptoms will go away.” So, Google it was.
of trying to find information on PCOS online, I discovered a random
comment on someone’s journal that said that some women with
PCOS had had success losing weight with a low carb diet. That was
the only help I could find. I dropped carbs that first day. I went
zero carb overnight and felt amazing. I got my energy back. Exercising
became fun again. I shed 40 pounds in two months and kept it off.
I stabilized at 185. I realized that my previous diet had consisted
of nothing but simple, refined carbs. Thinking I needed lots of
carbs for energy (thank you, USDA!) I had thought nothing of eating
an entire plate of white rice for dinner, with nothing else.
better – but only slightly. I started eating carbs and grains
again – in moderation. When I found I could maintain my weight
and pretty much eat whatever I wanted, I let it slide.
killed myself to get down to 175 for my wedding in April 2005. I
had to go to the gym and work out 5 days a week, hard and watch
everything I put in my mouth. I was still eating grains and everything
was going soooo slowly. The minute I said, “I Do,” I gained
5 pounds. By the time we got back home from Las Vegas, I was back
at 185 lbs and didn’t know why.
From 2005 to
2009, my hormonal issues were wiggin’ out of control. That
was 4 years of hair falling out, suicidal lows, no sex drive, mysterious
hives, rashes and boils. Tons of doctors and no solutions –
the only help they would give me were useless tests and pharmaceuticals.
I had my thyroid checked over 10 times. Each time it was fine. Google
and I were on close terms, and according to it, my hormones were
way out of whack (or I had some sort of cancer. Nothing like WebMD
for scaring the crap out of yourself!) Because I didn’t know
any better, I didn’t realize the part that insulin was playing,
and instead, concentrated on getting my estrogen/testosterone levels
right. Which didn’t work. Once again, the doctors had failed
The whole time,
I was freaking out for a baby. We had to resort to IVF to get pregnant,
since the endometriosis had ravaged my fallopian tubes. I had a
miserable, sugar-soaked, bed-ridden pregnancy and identical twin
boys in January of 2009. My kids were born two months early, but
I had somehow managed to gain 80 pounds during the short pregnancy.
By May of that year, I was still 235 pounds and PISSED OFF because
I had been told (and believed) that breastfeeding burns calories
and that the weight would “just melt right off!”