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My journey with Hypothyroidism…and how God guiding my healing.

I read somewhere recently that sometimes God doesn’t heal us instantaneously like we would want Him to, but instead He heals us as we look to Him for the wisdom to heal ourselves.  Making better choices, eating better and exercise leads us to new truths in Him and about how He designed out bodies to work.  I believe this takes us deeper into our relationship with Him as well, relying on Him to guide us as we do the work as opposed to expecting Him to do it for us.

In 2007 I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism when I was in the early stages of pregnancy with Micah, my seventh child.  If I was a betting woman, I would bet it happened after the birth of our sixth child Camaron.  Up until Camaron I had always had a super fast metabolism, could eat anything I wanted and would burn through the food fast.  I never had to deal with weight issues.  And I always maintained a weight of between 118-125 lbs. even after five children.  But something happened after my thirtieth birthday and Camaron’s arrival.  Within a year, I felt sluggish, I still couldn’t lose the baby weight, my hair was dry and thin, my skin became drier than normal and I began experiencing severe joint and muscle pain.  I thought maybe it was the age, and the fact I had with Camaron six pregnancies under my belt.  And that belt was too tired to bounce back into shape once more like it had in the past.  I found myself thirty pounds heavier.  I felt awful.  But I accepted it as my new way of life in my thirties.

When I was pregnant with Micah and they found my low thyroid levels, it seemed to explain the fact I had felt so sick for the last two years following Camaron’s birth.  It seemed that the answer which was of course, synthetic thyroid or Levothyroxine would be the “fix it”.  It took a while to get the right levels and yet once my levels were “normal” on the medicine, I felt NO better.  Not one bit better.  I and the doctors began to think it was Fibromyalgia that was causing the pain.  And I accepted this ruling as the answer to what ailed me.  Not long after Micah was born, I began taking Cymbalta for the Fibromyalgia.  It took the edge off the pain, but never seemed to fix anything really.  I didn’t complain and kept my pain silently to myself.  After all, it was my journey, my hand that had been dealt.  Maybe I needed to accept pain as part of my life.  Maybe, I somehow deserved it due to the sin I had lived before giving my whole heart completely to God. 

Now I know what you are thinking God, doesn’t work like that.  No He doesn’t.  He is a God of love, mercy, grace and forgiveness.  But I also knew He is a righteous judge and that He may save us, but He doesn’t always stop the consequences of our sins, sometimes we have to walk them out.  SO the enemy kept me in bondage to that.  That maybe this was something I had to walk out.

I have lived in silent misery since 2007.  I had my gallbladder removed after the birth of our last child in 2011 because of a horrible attack that began in my twenty-eighth week of pregnancy and lasted until three months postpartum.  And slowly food issues and sensitivities came to the surface.  I have always had a hard time eating certain foods, and of course they were foods I ADORED.  Yep, you guessed it Meat, and all things dairy were causing me to be sicker and sicker every day.  Now without my gallbladder, I cannot have them in me for more than fifteen minutes before I feel the most horrible nausea, bloating, constipation (with meat) and diarrhea (with dairy).  I feel sluggish, foggy headed, and just stagnant.  I knew I had to change something.  To add to this my ever worsening thyroid issues had propelled me to now being seventy pounds heavier, in constant pain and I had no sex drive.  I was experiencing the most painful irregular periods that once were regular (you could set a clock by me) and hardly any pain at all.  Every symptom had gotten worse, and I felt like doing nothing but sitting in my chair, watching Youtube videos.  I haven’t been able to go outside with my kids to play, and no one understands the pain my body feels.  Sometimes at night I cry myself to sleep, and with exhausted prayers, beg God to take it from me; to please heal my body. 

In 2010, I began to really research thyroid issues food & diet relations as well as fibromyalgia.  I began to discover many different theories of what inhibits thyroid function, gluten sensitivity, dairy sensitivity, meat protein and fats issues…yadda, yadda, yadda.  And you know I found that we as a nation are highly deceived we are LIED to.  We DO NOT NEED MEAT PROTIEN TO LIVE.  WE DO NOT NEED DAIRY FOR CALCIUM.  LIES, LIES, LIES and even MORE LIES!  We have been, as a culture buying into the thought that without these things, we are going to be sick.  Yet most of us while eating these things everyday are sick.  Does this make any sense?

Flash forward to now.  It is April of 2014, and we have been on plant based for almost a month.  I have also been switched to Armor for almost three weeks.  I can see a difference already.  I feel my belly shrinking, I feel more energy, I am eager to continue on.  I will begin exercising the beginning of next week.  Will you hold me up?  Will you say a prayer for me?  Stay tuned for more posts on my progress!!

God Bless you!

Kris