My Story

I am a devoted sugaraholic, as well as being addicted to breads of all shapes, sizes, and wheats. When I was young, I was perfectly healthy and happy, a motion of energy able to do anything. At least, that's what I remember being. Despite frequent migraines, I was a normal little kid.
As I got older, my level of energy went down drastically. I began to feel slightly rotten just about all the time. I assumed this was growing up. Part of it was the migraines, and all the doctors I went to. One of them put me on a prescription drug to help the headaches decrease. One of the side affects to this drug was weight gain, which I wasn't too worried about, weighing only 85 pounds at the time. After getting on the medicine that didn't help my headaches go away, I gained 15 pounds in two months, which to this day I believe to have messed up my metabolism, taking my energy and not allowing me to process food properly.
When I was thirteen, nearly fourteen, I began having severe pain in the right side of my stomach. We went to several doctors, not to much help. To make a long story short, I had gallstones, and my gallbladder would have to be removed.
I tried everything I could. Juice fasting didn't do it, though it made me feel better than I had in a long time. Even colonics didn't save me from surgery, though they made me feel better than even the juicing.
I finally had the thing removed, which was a bummer. They said I had the gallbladder of a seventy-five year old. Not much of a surprise. That's how old I felt.
At the time, I was a little bit bitter about all of this health stuff, since I was pretty young to have to be worrying about it. But, after all was said and done, I realize now that it was, indeed, for a purpose, as God tells us all things are for those who love him and are called according to His purposes. The whole episode shook me, and made me realize that I wasn't living the way a Christian should physically live. I wasn't eating right, I wasn't exercising the way I should, and I just didn't have the right attitude about life. I didn't have enough information or knowledge to want to have a good attitude. To me, the physical realm of life was nothing but the luck of the draw. Either you have good genes and you don't have problems, or you have bad genes and you get shots and pain meds that don't work, but somehow make sense because the doctors say so.
This is the way I believe our society has been brainwashed. I'm still trying to get past my own brainwashedness. I have been a fan of natural medicine for three years now, and I feel a whole lot better. I still have major problems, mind you, but I'm working on it, and I'm trusting God to help me through them. I'm also praying that he will use my problems to teach me, as the gallstones did, or maybe to teach others. I know that none of us will have perfect bodies until the Lord returns, but until then, I believe it is our Christian duty to treat our bodies like temples of God, whether that be going to the doctor, or avoiding going to the doctor, or taking medicine, or taking natural medicine.