Fat Loss: How To Navigate A Sustainable Road

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Sustainable fat loss is possible when you do it right. As a certified functional medicine coach and consultant accredited by the Institute for Functional Medicine, I can show you how to do this. I can show you how I have personally lost weight and helped dozens of other people with sustainable fat loss.

The media has normalized obesity. They want you to think you are shaming others, but in truth, our food supply is making us a Fat Nation. According to the CDC, the prevalence of obesity in the U.S. has increased from 30.5% in 1999-2001 to 41.9%in 2017–March 2020. During the same time, the prevalence of severe obesity increased from 4.7%to 9.2%. Obesity accounted for nearly $173 billion in medical expenditures in 2019.

I speak from experience. I used to be overweight. My story is akin to The Ugly Duckling. Growing up, some of my classmates perceived me as a chubby nerd, and consequently, I suffered verbal and even physical abuse. My supposed elementary school friends called me ‘fatso’ and “tub-of-lard.” Kids pushed on the ice rink, and I received prank calls.

It’s okay; I turned into a beautiful swan. For the record, most of those people are now fat and gray and have aged with the help of the COVID-19 vaccine. The spike protein belonging to SARS-CoV-2 impacts all nine hallmarks of aging, including telomere attrition and epigenetic alterations. Epigenetic age acceleration has previously been observed in various diseases, including human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), Cytomegalovirus (CMV), cardiovascular diseases, and cancer.

Of course, Rockefeller Medicine still doesn’t openly admit that this bioweapon has caused so much injury. You can purchase my ebook, Understanding The Mechanisms Of the COVID-19 Vaccine, where I explain the different components of how this gene therapy injection works.

Fast Food Nation

I grew up in Montreal, Canada, in the early '70s, eating McDonald's, Cheetos, and Coca-Cola. Getting a Happy Meal for lunch at school was akin to my parents loving me. My first job at age 13 was even working for the Golden Arches. Back then, I thought a McFish was healthy. I eventually quit when I realized it was akin to a cult. I will never forget the branch manager making fries with a cigarette dangling from her lips. I was 14 and it was 1987.

Meanwhile, my dad worked as a mechanical engineer for Hygrade, so we got free hot dogs. The Slotkin family from Livonia, Michigan, founded the meat-packing company Hygrade Food Products after winning a competition to be the exclusive supplier of hot dogs to the Tigers and Tiger’s Stadium. Later, my dad worked for Kraft, so we had no mac' n cheese shortage at the house. I also ate their breakfast cereals and thought Shredded Wheat and Grape Nuts were good for me.

When I was about 19, I developed bulimia. I never gorged, but I threw up on the regular food I ate. In the summer of 1995, at age 21, I took a train to New Jersey with my boyfriend and three of his girlfriends. By the evening, I had landed two jobs working tables on the boardwalk in Atlantic City. They were both pizza joints. I used to go to our rented place with wads of dollars in my apron.

It was in Jersey that I transitioned into being anorexic. My boyfriend was a football wide receiver then, and his girlfriends, who became my roommates and besties, were all in good shape, so I counted calories and only allowed myself to eat a certain amount each day. Now I know that it’s common to bounce from bulimia to anorexia. Psychology books call it a binge/purge cycle of self-starvation.

By age 22, I’d decided to stretch my wings and cultivate my independence by traveling across Canada to study communication at Simon Fraser University in British Columbia. I was living in a matchbox in an all-girls dorm and still threw up occasionally. I had graduated to shoving a toothbrush down my throat instead of my finger. Then, I befriended two young ladies who were roommates in an upstairs dorm.

One confided in me that she suspected that the other was binging and throwing up. There were “floaties” in the toilet, she told me. Afterward, I noticed from my window that she would walk to the corner gas station and stock up on junk food. The bulimic friend also had a bad habit of plucking out her eyelashes while we were studying. I would learn on my own that she suffered from Trichotillomania, a body-focused repetitive behavior in which a person pulls out their hair.

I minored in Psychology, and by observing her, I realized that at the root of my own patterns, I wanted to feel in control. I stopped puking. Three years of vomiting had messed with my metabolism by causing irregular insulin levels and altering hormone production, leading to metabolic inefficiencies and difficulty maintaining a healthy weight. These cycles of binging and purging also strained my digestive system, impacting nutrient absorption and energy regulation.

Metal In My Flesh

At age 29, I was hustling as a budding Los Angeles TV producer and freelance journalist. I was producing the news for MSNBC Channel 4’s website in Burbank when my life changed forever. On April 25, 2002, at about 6 pm EST, just after sipping a chai latte at the illustrious Urth Café in West Hollywood on Melrose Avenue,

I was crossing a crosswalk to get to my Jeep when a Ford Explorer slammed into me at 35 mph. The impact forced me onto the car's hood before I rolled off its side and onto the pavement. By the time the driver stopped, he’d dragged me 49 feet into the adjacent crosswalk, leaving a trail of skid marks from my denim jeans and jacket. The accident broke five of my ribs, tore my rotator cuff, significantly lacerated my hip, smashed my L1 vertebrae,  broke my tailbone,  fractured my left femur, and severely bruised my spirit. I spent 24 hours on a gurney at Cedars Sinai in West Hollywood without being even given water. My boyfriend had to take a sip of water and baby-bird it for me. Worst of all, without my knowledge or consent, my leg was outfitted with a 13-inch titanium rod.

A whole year after the accident, my femur bone was still not healing, a condition known medically as a “non-union.” The solution suggested by a doctor at Cedars-Sinai was to hoist the screw from my hip bone higher up to my buttocks.

“Hell no. I am not a piece of IKEA furniture,'“ I said.

After four years, unlike 99 percent of the population, I removed the rod. I didn’t have health insurance when the accident happened. I had grown up in socialist Canada, after all. But then I got a gig with benefits at Warner Bros; I was hired as the assistant to the director of Catwoman. After the gig, I removed the metal rod, and after four harrowing years, my deferred pain disappeared overnight.

At first, I carried the rod in my purse like a metal wand and showed it to people. One editor in New York told me he found my actions disturbing. I found it wild that a 13-inch metal rod was in my body and now in my hands.

In 2006, in the aftermath of the accident and all the trauma that came with it, I developed a proverbial Saturn ring of pain around my abdomen. It would pulsate for hours. I couldn’t figure it out. My neighbor turned me on to wheatgrass shots. I was pressing it fresh myself, and then, after an unfruitful colonoscopy, I went to a naturopath who saved my life.

Turns out the trauma had put me over the edge. She ran tests and discovered that I was sensitive to gluten, dairy, and sugar. Even before I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I made it a mission to avoid these foods. I was an early adopter. I went on a candida cleanse, and while I was already eating organic, I began intermittent fasting. No longer able to eat much, I turned to the world of nutrient-dense superfoods.

(Eventually, I would collaborate with Gosia Steele of Odnova Organics to offer Equilibrium, a functional super superfood with 17 herbs in an organic honey delivery system.)

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At first, I still ate quinoa and non-gluten carbs. Today, I follow a primarily ketogenic diet. I eat lots of healthy fats like butter, except for sweet potatoes and occasionally rice.

I've noticed that if you have a lot of facts and get the proper nutrients, you really don't need to eat that much. You also eat for your own needs and biology. It’s not one size fits all. I remember being shamed at the propaganda film What The Health premiere.

While the film’s basic premise of eating less meat and consuming more plants is a valuable message, telling people meat causes diabetes is a lie, and I do not support proselytizing by fear-mongering and spreading lies.

Even a prominent vegan, who I will leave nameless, runs a vegan group on Facebook expressed that she was miffed:

While I love the impact that What The Health has had on the population in getting them to think about their health and the vast amounts of animal products people consume, I found myself shaking my head over some of the information shared.

Keeping It Off

I've helped many people lose weight and keep it off by going to the root of their symptoms. Together we learn about the quality of the food they’re consuming, which, unfortunately, has taken a deep dive to Hell in the past four years.

As a functional medicine coach and consultant, I am here to help you make lasting changes and keep the weight off. What is your thyroid doing? What are you eating? Do you read the labels? What is your chemical body burden?

• Patience: Understand that lasting fat loss takes time and effort.

• Flexibility: Allow flexibility in your diet and exercise routine to prevent burnout.

Support System: Seek support from friends, family, or a professional, such as a dietitian or personal trainer.

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