It has been so many weeks since the beginning of my health journey that I have ceased to keep track of them. My life has taken on a new permanent diet that I have learned to love. Sugar has lost its grip on me, and I now find that I enjoy foods I would never have tried before. Cooking is a new adventure full of wonderful aromas and interesting flavors. I see no end in sight to this new routine, but I find that I no longer mind the idea of eating this way. My body is faithful to tell me when something I have eaten does not agree with me. I am thankful that I have such a sensitive system. It makes determining problem foods much easier and the guess work is minimal.

My health is returning, but the process is slow. I still have days where I feel pretty down and struggle to believe it is all working. Those days have become far and few between, now only a few days each month. When I get discouraged or frustrated a simple look back to only a few months ago usually brings my spirits up. It is amazing to think how poor quality of life I had become accustomed to. The road is long, but the trip has been worth it so far. I am sure there are still hills to climb, but I know that I have enjoyed a few moments of cruising. So thankful to know that I am able to take an active role in my health and that there is hope.