Looking to be skinny? Never confuse being skinny with being fit. Anorexia is a disease. I never tried to be skinny, but I was.
As we age, we fill up the drain with living life – and a wrong lifestyle will clog that drain faster than you can imagine. Trying to find the truth among many who claim to know the truth - – is difficult. . . . . maybe impossible? Fad diets are every where. People who write diet books, live off the fat of the land.
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Milton Berle (a famous comedian) said, “I went on a diet that allowed me to only drink wine and eat vegetables. In ten days, I lost five pounds and my driver’s license.”
As I look back over the years, I know why I was skinny:
1) and most importantly – I was young. Age has a big contribution to make towards being skinny. Why? Well, your liver is young. Think of your liver as the fat drain to your body. When the drain is clean, and shiny – normally no fat problems.
2) I was a health nut – at least I thought I was a health nut. Today I am a Certified Nutritional Consultant – let’s see take “nutrition” by syllables – that would be “N-U-T” that would mean I’m a certified nut. Very true.
3) I LOVED to roller skate. I would roller skate in a rink for two hours four or five times a week. NUT?
So, now you know the perfect health combination to be skinny and fit. Not 20? Not able to devote that much time to exercise? The secret is still coming. Let me explain a little bit about my history to explain to you how I stumbled onto MY secret so it can become YOUR secret to be skinny.
When I was 27, my clothes were fitting tight. I didn’t have the energy like when I was 20. Friends and relatives told me – “Diana, get a grip. You have two small children, you are pushing 30. Relax and act your age.”
“No way!” I shouted. I began my health nut career by going to the library to get some facts (P.I. = pre-internet or dark ages) What did I learn? I had to get moving. Knowing I would NEVER go to an aerobic class unless I HAD to go, I decided to teach. I went to the best, AFAA (American Fitness Association of America) I taught at my church three times a week.
Of course that worked until 20 years later I found my clothes fitting tight again. Hey, I was exercising – what gives? By this time my health was plagued with sinus headaches, TMJ and just being tired and achy most of the time. My sinus pills stopped working. I found myself in bed three or four times a week.
When I went to the doctor, he diagnosed me with migraines, and gave me prescription pain medication. I never took one of those pills that he said would enlarge the blood vessels of my brain to “manage” my pain. I didn’t want to manage it, I wanted it to be GONE! Good-bye.
Friends and family didn’t help – they kept saying, “Relax you are pushing 50. Act your age! This is normal.” YIKES, I didn’t want to be “normal.” I went back to doing some research and found Clayton College of Natural Health. I enrolled.
What I learned shocked me. Americans eat over nine pounds of additives and preservatives in their food every year! That was enough for me. I went through my kitchen cabinets and cleared them out.
My guidelines for cleaning out my cabinets:
1) If I didn’t understand the ingredients? Gone.
My family thought I had lost my mind. When in reality, I had found my mind and was reclaiming my life. I deleted all the chemicals in my diet, and it immediately deleted all the headaches in my life.
Now here’s the secret that I stumbled upon. In three months, I found myself ten pounds lighter. I wasn’t doing anything different.. . . zero, zilch, nada.
If this makes sense to you, read all food ingredient labels and stop eating the foods that have labels you cannot pronounce. I have a cook book on Amazon Kindle with more research and over 150 pages of recipes without all the chemical additives and preservatives. The book is called, “Feel Better in 48 Hours Plan.” It’s $4.99. Priced to sell.
I have a book called, “Be Skinny” that has 21 baby steps included to make the transition easier than I had it. That’s my picture above. Not too shabby for someone my age. What’s my age? Nahhhh, a woman who would tell her age would tell anything.
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