Greetings from Santa Rosa, California, where I am currently on Day 8 of a 10 day medically-supervised water fast.
Yes, that’s right: Water. Just water. For 10 days.
Many would think that only a masochist or lunatic would embark on such a thing. I suspect that there are people who might say I easily fall into those categories… but only the folks who know me really well.
Lunacy aside, the main reason I’ve resorted to fasting is I had reached my breaking point after a
fucking ineffective eight year investigation into what was wrong with my health.
Plus, it would make for great material for my blog.
You can expect a full wrap up of my 14 day stay in the coming weeks. I’ve taken great notes, but so far have
felt too shitty to write not yet compiled my thoughts. This detox process has been so nasty that, had I wrote about this experience earlier than today, my blog would’ve read: “I hate everyone and everything. The end.”
True North Health Center.
I first heard of True North in January when I noticed Jo Leffingwell, one of our 500 hour teacher trainers and now my own yoga teacher, was looking far more vibrant than when I’d seen her the previous year.
“Holy cow, Jo! You look amazing… have you lost weight?”
She had: 15 pounds. During her 7 day water fast and an additional 4 days breaking the fast, she had cured her health issues and gained enough knowledge about health, lifestyle and diet to virtually eliminate the joint pain that had been plaguing her for decades.
I thought it extreme and bizarre. I filed it away nonetheless.
How I got here.
Hang on a sec: I have to break for dinner….
…. I’m back.
Anyway, over the past eight years, trying to figure out what
the fuck was wrong with me made me feel frustrated and all alone. The medical professionals didn’t have any answers.
I saw specialists: Allergists, psychologists, endocrinologists, dermatologists. Then internists, naturopaths, general practitioners…. Who all shrugged their shoulders, ran the exact same labs as the previous specialists, tossed me yet another pharmaceutical prescription as I walked out the door and proclaimed me “normal” via a postcard in the mail. End of story.
I loathe those postcards…. They’re a slap in the face: “You’re fine. Don’t call me again.” (Or even worse, lab results via text!)
Each of my very expensive specialists was too specialized to see any kind of big picture. But I knew I was sick. Not acutely sick enough to warrant hospital admittance or immediate attention, but I knew for sure something wasn’t right.
So I tried a different tactic: Over the past two years, I visited several “big picture” doctors. Hopeful, I made an appointment with a respected internist, and painstakingly began the task of compiling my multiple specialists’ findings into one physical file (don’t get me started on what a time consuming, pain-in-the-ass process it is to collect your personal medical information from doctors).
Toting 8 years of medical history in my three-inch, extra wide manila folder, I arrived at my first appointment, convinced my new doctor would find, deep in that file, a clue. There had to be a common thread; an answer somewhere.
He seemed surprised to see my file; telling me instead he’d prefer not to rely on other doctors’ findings. So, square one: Same lengthy explanation of symptoms. Same blood draw. Labs returned normal.
Deflated, I sought help from a naturopath a friend recommended. Then a general practitioner. All same outcome.
By the end of April, 40 pounds overweight, miserable from allergies, inflammation, depression and skin so itchy it would keep me up at night, I’d had enough. I was at the point I would try anything.
…Even starving myself.
(Stay tuned: Way more blog posts to come. This experience has been far too rich not to write about!)
Disclaimer: Do not attempt to do a fast of any sort without the support of a medical doctor. Before starting any new diet and exercise program please check with your doctor and clear any exercise and/or diet changes with them before beginning. I am not a doctor or registered dietitian. I do not claim to cure any cause, condition or disease. I do not provide medical aid or nutrition for the purpose of health or disease and claim to be a doctor or dietitian.
This is merely an opinion blog. The information held on this blog is merely the opinion of a laymen individual. The information covered in this blog is open to public domain for discussion and in no way breaches or breaks the boundaries of the law in any state of the the United States of America where I live. I am not a doctor nor do I claim to have any formal medical background. I am not liable, either expressly or in an implied manner, nor claim any responsibility for any emotional or physical problems that may occur directly or indirectly from reading this blog.