Margret McDermott Posted February 23, 2013 Share Posted February 23, 2013 Yesterday I went for an EDS test, Electrodermal Screening, (a somewhat controversial method of testing for diagnosing disease that I have, however, come to believe in and trust.) After a few months of being tested and following the resultant protocols of pill popping and drop dripping, hearing such things as "toxic metal overload, chronic gut virus, underlying heart issue, etc.," the nurse said that the test indicated that I'd gotten rid of a layer of biofilm and revealed a chronic virus and candida overgrowth. I told her about the migraine and severe neck and shoulder pain I had the week before and she said that was consistent with what the test revealed. Pardon the pun, but I knew in my gut all along that the underlying problem I have is a candida overgrowth. I had it before. I overcame it. I went back to my old nasty habits. I got it back. No mystery. The candida just got better at hiding, apparently. Hiding behind this new thing I'd never heard of before: biofilm. As I said, I've faced this before and I know that it took me fifteen weeks of candida-diet-perfection. That's ONE HUNDRED FIVE days of no wine in the evening. That's a Whole150! Grains, legumes, eh, I won't miss you so much. Dairy, well, according to the diet the nurse gave me I can have a bit of cream and un-aged cheese. But, somewhere deep down I suspect that's a no-no for my bod, so... That's a Whole150 with a trio of trips coming up, Florida in March, a trip of a lifetime to Paris in April, New York in May. I'm a real food lover. Travel means indulging in the most wonderful foods a local has to offer. Restraint = Deprivation. But of course, unbridled consumption = weight gain and symptom explosion. No sipping wine and eating baguettes in Paris. ARE FLIPPING YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!? Why bother, you ask? Why not put it off and do it later? Not reaching my overriding goal of doing everything I can to be as healthy as possible by my fiftieth birthday on September 7th, 2013 is NOT AN OPTION. I have to do this. Becoming a Type II Diabetic like my Dad, is not an option. Having debilitating osteoarthritis like my Mom is not an option. Being obese like everyone else in my family is not an option. I will not enter post-fifty life on the path to poorer health. I want to walk a healthy, vibrant, active, pain-free path and one day, many years from now, just suddenly keel over. I spent 24 hours coming to grips with this and feeling pretty sorry for myself. This morning, though, I decided to just think about the next thirty days, almost exactly the number of days before the first trip, and tackle a Whole(150 - 120) = Whole30. I signed up for the training wheels version, Whole30 Daily, and today is declared "Day 0." Onward! A footnote on yesterday's EDS test: The nurse asked me if I had a sore throat. I said, "Not really. My tonsils are a little swollen but I'm not in any pain. Why?" She said, "The test indicates that you need a remedy for a sore throat." Well, today I woke up with a raging sore throat. As I said, I'm a believer. Last weigh-in (two days ago): 157.2 (because, of course, compulsive weighers go the the tenths) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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