I Changed My Health & the Course of My Life
Hello, Sweet Friends!
I’m excited to share with you what I’m most passionate about.
This is me at 13 out to eat at one of our family’s favorite restaurants, Chicago Dough. I was raised in dreary Illinois an hour south of Chicago. Pizza was a staple for us. I couldn’t count on my fingers and toes how many times we ate there – every celebration, even my brother’s wedding rehearsal dinner.
One day in particular sticks out to me. It was my sister’s 8th birthday and I was sitting across from my mom, I looked up at her and told her that I knew I wasn’t going to feel well after eating there. The answer to all stomach problems back then was clear soda, so Sprite it was.
The answer to all stomach problems back then was clear soda, so Sprite it was.
In 1991, Celiac Disease wasn’t a thing, but man I wish it was. My symptoms started as stomach aches and over the years progressed to a laundry list of serious health issues. Each doctor I saw wrote off my symptoms with the last one I went to telling me it was because I was a mom. After hearing from doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me I started believing it. This must just be how it is.
6 1/2 years ago, I had a hard time just getting out of bed. Sitting and standing felt like being stabbed with knives.
Until I got to a point that just existing was excruciatingly painful. 6 1/2 years ago, I had a hard time just getting out of bed. Sitting and standing felt like being stabbed with knives. I had so much bloating and inflammation that I could put on a pair of jeans one day and the next I couldn’t even pull them over my legs. My joints felt like they were filled with cotton balls making it nearly impossible to open my daughter’s sippy cup. Brain fog, heart palpitations, nausea, severe digestive issues, and the list goes on.
I finally hit a wall of desperation. It was my daughter’s ice-skating party that I couldn’t participate in. I couldn’t see straight because of the dizziness. It was time to call in the experts. I grabbed my phone, located the search bar, and typed in Google. I was clawing for answers. After typing in a list of symptoms and searching feverishly the common denominator was gluten. Really? Could a food be my problem?
On January 4, 2014, I changed my health and the course of my life forever.
This is me on my 36th birthday, the last birthday I would spend in misery not knowing if I would make it to my next. On January 4, 2014, I changed my health and the course of my life forever. When you have celiac disease, gluten is poison to your body. All the damage over the years of not knowing, I now have a long list of foods to avoid. I know what it’s like to live each day with an autoimmune disease. I know the loneliness, the despair when it feels like you’re an outsider looking in on your own life.
All of this gives me a different perspective on how I can show up authentically for you. I’m a pioneer in my field. I’m not here to go along with the crowd. I’m paving the way for others whose values align with mine and want something better for themselves and their community.
I’m here to provide health, hope, and safety because they’re at the core of my identity. I connect through food to share my knowledge and love.
I’m grateful we’ve found each other so I can wrap my gluten free, plant based, arms around you and show you kindness and love!