How I lost

I didn't…

I walked, danced and stretched every day, like every body is meant to. That's it. The rest was eating for the body I was born with.

Everything your birth data says about how you eat.

How you digest, when your energy rises and drops, what calms your gut and what your cravings are really asking for. Your body, on one page.

Cross off the healthy rules that were never yours.

The salad, the smoothie, the iced water. Good advice for somebody. Your plan shows which ones work against your body, and you finish this step with your own list.

Your whole day, from tomorrow morning.

What to eat, when, and how, written for your body. Your kindest plate, your medicine foods and what to do at three o'clock instead of the cookie.

Make it hold in real life.

Your gut's clock, a card for flare days, dinners out and holidays, and one page for the fridge. So it doesn't fall apart the first busy week.

Twenty four years living with it. Two surgeries, maximum medication, told no children. Three children since, no pain meds.

Twenty years reading charts. My story, not a promise.