by Alycia Morales | Oct 28, 2019 | Faith, Health
While scrolling Facebook, I came across a post about a spa offering snake massages. Wait a minute. WHAT?!?!? Yeah. I may have done a double take while trying not to throw up. Here’s the link, in case you want to see the article: There Is a Spa that Offers Snake Massages and People Love Them
That article is what my childhood nightmares were made of.
I had three recurring nightmares as a kid. In two of them, I was laying in bed on my back with either a pile of snakes or a pile of spiders in the center of my stomach, as if my stomach was a bowl holding them there. (Can you say terrified screaming?) In the third, I was being chased down the street to my home in Canisteo, NY by an alligator. I would reach the wrap-around porch, and the front door would be locked. I would try every window and door in a counter-clockwise circle around the house with that thing on my heels. The window to the left of the front door would be the one that was always unlocked. I’d open it and dive through just before the alligator got me. (Maybe it was a crocodile…) So, as you can imagine, seeing this article reminded me of the snake nightmare.
Have your kids ever experienced night terrors?
I’ll never forget the night when Ezra woke up and started screaming bloody murder. He was probably between two and three. His bed was under a window in our apartment in the town of Roxbury, NY. The headboard sat against the window, with his toddler bed sticking out into the middle of the floor. When I ran into his room, I found him standing facing the window and staring blankly outside while screaming at the top of his lungs.
You may not believe in the supernatural (or maybe you do), but whatever he was staring at couldn’t be seen with natural eyes and was very real.
Knowing what he was observing was demonic, I grabbed him and held onto him while my husband practically threw the bed across the room. He quickly rearranged, putting the dresser by the window and moving the bed away from all the windows in the room. And then we prayed. And anointed my son’s room with oil and more prayer.
He never had night terrors again.
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places (Ephesians 6:12).
Do your children suffer from nightmares or night terrors? Try these tips:
1. Consider what your child is watching or listening to or playing before he or she falls asleep.
Are you watching anything that could be considered scary? Horror movies? Scooby Doo? The news? Criminal Minds? Stranger Things? You may be wondering what parent would allow their kids to watch some of these things, but I often find myself surprised at what parents let their kids watch. Granted, there comes an age when we tend to back off from monitoring every. single. thing. our kids watch or play, but we should keep some kind of guard on it. Even if it means asking them on occasion.
There came a point in time when I had to request my stepson no longer bring Pokemon or Dragonball Z into the house, because Ezra kept having nightmares every time he did. My husband and I agreed to put up a boundary and have him leave those cards and toys at his mom’s. The nightmares stopped at that point.
Find out what your child viewed or heard before he fell asleep that night. It could provide you with insight into what’s causing the bad dreams.
2. Play praise and worship music in your house overnight.
Put a CD or MP3 player in your child’s room and play worship music or the Word of God softly through the night. Having these in the atmosphere keeps the enemy of their sleep at bay.
3. Pray.
When you put your child to bed or when he or she wakes from a bad dream, pray with them. Reassure them that God is always with them, and all they need to do to get rid of the scary dreams is call on Jesus’ name.
4. Anoint the room and your home with anointing oil.
When Ezra woke up that terror-filled night, we prayed through his room and anointed it with oil. If you don’t have anointing oil handy, olive oil works as well. Declaring your domain covered by the blood of Jesus keeps the enemy of your spirit out.
For the Lord will pass through to strike the Egyptians; and when He sees the blood on the lintel and on the two doorposts, the Lord will pass over the door and not allow the destroyer to come into your houses to strike you (Exodus 12:13).
5. Place Scripture cards above the headboard of your child’s bed.
This is twofold: It gives your child something to read out loud or memorize or refer to before they go to sleep while it gives them something to turn to should they wake from a nightmare. It’s something they can declare to any presence that may be in their room.
Here are a few Scriptures to use:
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night His song shall be with me— A prayer to the God of my life (Psalm 42:8).
I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; For You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety (Psalm 4:8).
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
Yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet.
Do not be afraid of sudden terror,
Nor of trouble from the wicked when it comes;
For the Lord will be your confidence,
And will keep your foot from being caught (Proverbs 3:24-26).
One More Nightmare
I was spending the night somewhere and had a nightmare. The scene was pitch black darkness surrounding me. I couldn’t even see shadows. And I was running from something that was terrorizing me. It turned out to be a black dog, similar to a doberman pinscher. It was angry and snarling as it chased me. I couldn’t see where I was going, and I just kept running. The dog was quickly gaining on me, and just as it was about to snag my Achilles tendon, a rather large hand came from above and plucked me high out of its reach. And my dream ended.
The next day, as I was reading in my Bible, I came across Proverbs 3:24-26.
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
Yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet.
Do not be afraid of sudden terror,
Nor of trouble from the wicked when it comes;
For the Lord will be your confidence,
And will keep your foot from being caught.
As you can imagine, this verse has significance for me when it comes to battling night terrors. It’s a vivid reminder that God keeps us from the terrors that chase us in our dreams.
Using Scripture to deter nightmares and night terrors works.
Looking back at my childhood nightmare about the alligator and fast forwarding to the nightmare I had in my 20s about the dog, it dawns on me that terror has chased me for a long time. But God … He is my confidence and keeps my foot from being caught.
I pray your kids don’t suffer from nightmares or night terrors. If they do, I pray my tips help.
What tips do you have for preventing or managing nightmares? Do you have a recurring nightmare from childhood? Or currently? Please feel free to share in the comments below.
by Alycia Morales | Oct 16, 2019 | Family
Being a mom is difficult on the best days, let alone the worst days. We spend all our time making sure our kids are provided for, cared for, and loved. We protect. We shelter. Nurture. And pray that nothing ever happens to them.
But life does happen. And it’s not always when we’re there to protect them. Whether on purpose or accidental, kids can do some scary stuff.
How’s a mom to respond? Hopefully with calm words and patience. But in the fray of the moment, it can be tough!
I pray you find some encouragement in knowing you’re not alone. I give you:
The 4 Scariest Things My Kids Have Ever Done
Zach’s Near-Death Experience
It was early in my marriage to Zach’s father and had been a quiet day. I’d loaded him and Ezra into our minivan and headed to the laundromat, which was located between the grocery store (same building in a plaza) and the river that runs through our small hometown. As I pulled up alongside the laundromat, I gave Zach instruction to stay in the car. I was going to run the few baskets of laundry into the building, then we would park and all go in.
I removed the keys from the ignition and pocketed them, grabbed the first basket, and headed up the few steps and inside the laundromat. I came back for the second, and Zach was still in his seat. When I came back for the third, only moments later, he was missing. I quickly turned around to see where he may have wandered off to and spotted him in a parking spot between two vehicles, at the guard rail on the riverbank. He’d decided to throw some rocks while he waited what probably seemed a lifetime to a child.
This would seem like a harmless situation, small town and all, except…
As I watched in horror, some drunk idiot pulled his beat-up pickup truck into the parking lot too quickly and swung it into the spot where my stepson stood.
Zach’s face went sheet-white, as I’m sure my own did. His jaw dropped and eyes widened. Every breath in my being came to a halt as the truck did, and I prayed my stepson stood unharmed on the other side of it.
Thank God, he was without a scratch. I was furious. He’d willfully disobeyed my instruction to stay put in the car, and he’d almost lost his life for it. How would I possibly tell my husband or his mother that he’d been hit and killed by a drunk driver on my watch? Every vein was sticking out of my forehead when I gathered him and set him in his seat. I parked my minivan and took Ezra in with us.
Lessons Learned:
- Don’t rely on an eight-year-old to be obedient. Take them into and from the laundromat with you, even if what you’re doing takes five minutes or fewer.
Ezra’s River Walk
When Ezra was five, I was teaching a Creative Memories scrapbooking class in a neighboring town when my husband called me in extreme duress. “You have to come home! Now! I can’t find him! He’s missing!”
Cue the heart to stop beating. Again. Can’t breathe. Want to yell, “What do you mean he’s missing?!” Instead, deep breath. Calm nerves. Think before I speak. “I’m on my way.”
It’s a thirty-minute drive between where I was and home. We lived on Main Street in the same small town I mentioned in Zach’s story. Traffic wasn’t massive, but it was enough to make a parent of small children worry. (And let’s not forget about the river.) All sorts of scenarios ran through my head on that drive. So did a lot of wanting to throttle my husband for losing our son in our own home.
When I arrived, Ezra wasn’t yet recovered. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later we found him.
Thankfully, someone who worked at the school with my mom had seen him wandering by himself up the road toward the bridge across from the school. He’d decided he wanted to take a walk and throw rocks into the river while his dad took a nap on the couch. (What is it with boys wanting to throw rocks in the river?)
We found them at the “Crunchy Store” as our son called it. The Country Store is a convenience store/gas station next to the school. The local police officer was present, and he made Ezra promise he’d never leave home without Mom and Dad again. My husband got a stern look from him as well before we returned home.
Lessons Learned:
- Always lock the door when your toddler is loose in the house.
- Wait until another parent is home or an older sibling is willing to watch the toddler before you take a nap.
Caleb’s Fall
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon, we decided to get Chinese food for lunch after church. My nieces were over, and the kids had gone out back to play while I walked to the restaurant up the street and their father lounged on the couch.
Upon my return, I set the food on the table when my husband came running into the living room with our four-year-old son draped across his arms and laid him on the couch. Three kids followed but stayed back. Caleb’s eyes weren’t focusing, and he kept seizing up, wavering between being conscious and not.
Caleb and his cousins and siblings had been on the back stoop, which had a seven or eight-foot drop from the top platform to the ground below. I always made sure they were playing on the ground, not allowing them to remain on the stoop. But because I wasn’t there, they had no such direction and had stopped there to check out something my niece had brought over with her. Caleb had stepped backward or lost his balance and fallen the nearly-a-story drop.
We took him out to the minivan, and my husband strapped him in while I got into the driver’s seat. I rushed him to the hospital.
For the next couple of hours, the ER staff monitored him and made arrangements for an ambulance transport to another larger hospital. He wouldn’t stay still long enough for our hospital to run a scan, and they didn’t want to give him anything, not knowing what was going on internally.
I rode in the back of the ambulance with him while Victor dropped our other children off with family and followed. The entire trip to Albany, my son was in and out of consciousness. Seizing. Eyes unfocused. Crying out in pain. The same as he’d been in the ER.
My heart broke at the sight and sound of my son. I did the only thing I knew to do. I prayed over my baby all the way. And cried. And prayed.
Upon arrival at the hospital, I was stopped by nursing staff who needed me to fill out paperwork while they whisked my child off to a room. Everything in me wanted to scream that I wasn’t leaving him. But I kept my cool and quickly filed the paperwork for them. It took probably five minutes of my time. Then they led me to the room they’d taken him to.
FYI: Miracles do happen.
Caleb was bright-eyed and sitting straight up, talking up a storm with the nurses. He’s very expressive when he speaks, and he uses his hands a lot. He was full-on conversing with the staff. As if nothing had ever happened.
And his scan came back clear. He had a concussion. That was the extent of his injuries.
Ezra’s Suicide Attempt
This situation is still raw, because it happened in November of 2018, right after Thanksgiving. My son and his father had an argument, and Ezra had enough. He left the house on foot, and we expected he’d gone to Barnes and Noble or Guitar Center to cool off, as he usually did. Little did we know…
I was driving home from dropping another child off at work when I got a call from the hospital asking if I knew why my son was in the ER.
This time, panic struck my heart and wouldn’t let go. I answered calmly the first time. “No. Why is my son in the hospital? What happened to him?” When the hospital representative asked me the same question twice more, I’d had enough. And so had the dams in my eyes, because the tears crashed through. “Why is my son at your hospital? What happened to him?”
When the story finally came out, he had only gotten two roads from home (about two blocks) when he decided he could go no farther. He sat down in the middle of the road and refused to budge for oncoming traffic. Thankfully, he was still on a side road and not the main one where all the store traffic is. The road he sat on is busy, but it isn’t the faster traffic of the main road.
People had tried to coax him out of the road, and someone stopped to talk with him and contacted the police when he wouldn’t move. The police officer got him to move, because he wasn’t going to disobey an officer of the law. But he only got as far as the curb before he sat again. At which point, an ambulance was called.
Ezra spent the night on suicide watch in a psych ward at the hospital. He talked with a few of the other patients who were there with him, and I think it gave him a little better perspective on life.
But it was the worst night of my life, knowing that my son hated his life so much he’d attempt to take it. I praise God knowing that He protected him and kept him from harm’s way on that road.
And although he still battles feeling down or unsure of himself and his worth, Ezra is doing much better today.
And the stern, rude nurse on the other end of the phone call I received that day is lucky she wasn’t in front of me. I’m not so sure I would have kept my cool and not hauled off and hit her.
FYI: If your child is on suicide watch in the ER, they won’t let you come see him. At least, not if he’s 18 or older.
This was probably one of the hardest for me to deal with. When a child feels worthless and unlovable, it’s difficult to understand why when you’ve done all you can do to pour love and worth into them.
Sure, there are circumstances that have contributed to his depression and low self-esteem. And I recognized all of them. I counseled him and encouraged him and told him it wasn’t his fault and it shouldn’t define him.
It breaks your heart to know your child is hurting and that as much as you want to save them from the pain and fix them and make them whole, you can’t. You can only pray they come to hear and know God’s voice and love in their lives. And even then, they may not feel it’s enough.
I am thankful my children have survived their experiences. I know many parents who have lost children in various ways. My heart goes out to all of you who have. As moms, we must continue forward in this life, continually praying for our children and their hearts and their protection. It’s not easy. It’s not pain-free. But God is good, despite the things we encounter in this imperfect world. We must lean on Him and His strength to see us through.
Have you ever experienced something heart-stopping with your child? How have you survived the situation? We’d love to hear from you in the comments below!
by Alycia Morales | Oct 16, 2019 | Adoption, Family
In the winter of 2009, I watched a Christmas special on television. The Dave Thomas Foundation promoted adoption, and they were interviewing children who awaited forever families.
I enjoyed the musical presentations, and “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri took on an entirely new meaning to me that night. Especially when the hosts interviewed a seventeen-year-old girl who was about to age out of the system. My heart broke as she cried out for a family.
When a teen turns eighteen or twenty-one, they are considered an adult, and they “graduate” or “age” out of the foster care (state) system. There are over 400,000 children in the foster care system in the United States. Over 100,000 are waiting to be adopted. 20,000 will age out of the system when they turn eighteen, twenty-one, or graduate high school.
Can you imagine being eighteen and on your own? Without a family? No one to turn to when you have questions or need comfort or life gets the better of you? No one to guide you through college and applications and job interviews or to walk you down the aisle at your wedding?
Those thoughts ran through my mind as I listened to her story and heard her desire for someone to consider her worthy of a family.
Since then, I’ve also seen a Facebook post about a young man in the foster system who is about to age out and desires a forever family.
These kids want someone to love them. Care for them. Provide a family for them. Encourage them. Support them.
That evening, I knew our family needed to foster and eventually adopt a teen. It would be a few more years before my husband would agree with me, but God had a plan for our family to grow once more.
Read our adoption story here.
There are several reasons we chose to adopt a teen, rather than a younger child or an infant:
1. We wanted to remove a child from the state system.
With over 400,000 children in foster care, we wanted to make a difference. Even if we can only adopt one or two, that’s one or two more children who are blessed with a family and who we are blessed to be able to call our children.
2. Our kids are all teenagers.
Vic and I have four bio kids. They were between thirteen and seventeen when we began fostering. We are way beyond baby years. I have no desire to be awake at all hours of the night to feed, change, and rock a baby or a toddler. We made sure our caseworker knew we were only interested in children who were between twelve and sixteen.
3. I am looking forward to being alone with my husband in the next few years.
Victor was previously married and already had a son when we got married. I look forward to having a true “honeymoon” season with my husband. Our desire is to adopt kids who will be moving out of our home within the same time frame as our own children. We are looking forward to spending time alone together as our kids grow up and move out.
4. We want to provide a forever family and home to kids who are old enough to age out.
As I expressed earlier, we wanted to provide a family and support system to children who may never again have the opportunity to have their own mom, dad, and siblings.
Have you ever considered adopting? Are your kids older? Maybe you’re a single woman who desires to be a mom. These would be a couple of reasons to consider adopting a teenager.
If you’ve adopted a teen or have questions about adoption, we’d love to hear from you in the comments below!
by Alycia Morales | Sep 25, 2019 | Adoption, Family
In December of 2009, I was watching a Dave Thomas Foundation Adoptions Special on television. When a 17-year-old girl talked about wanting a forever family before she graduated out of the state’s foster system, my heart broke. I imagined what it would be like to be eighteen and have no family. No one to guide me through college applications and see me off to school the next fall. No one to visit and nowhere to go for Thanksgiving or Christmas or Summer Break. No father to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. No one to turn to when my world was falling apart. I may have shed a tear or a few. Thus began our adoption story.
(Read more about why to adopt a teen here.)
My Husband Wasn’t Immediately On Board
I spoke with Victor about the program and my new desire to foster and possibly adopt, and he wasn’t really on board. Which didn’t surprise me. We were “on the road” with his career in construction, and we moved every six to twenty-four months. And we were super busy with our own four biological kids.
So, I tucked my desires to add another child (or two) to our family in my heart and continued raising our own kids. (I may have mentioned my continued desire to foster to my husband a few times in the years to follow…)
Fast-forward to June of 2014. It’s Father’s Day, and we’re sitting in church, listening to a father talk about his fostering experience, when he says, “Men, if your wives have been telling you they want to foster for a few years now, you need to do so.” I was about to elbow Victor when I noticed a tear slipping down his cheek. As soon as the sermon was over, he and I found the gentleman who spoke earlier and asked our questions.
Thus began our loooooooong foster licensing process. (But that story’s for another post.)
When applying to be a foster/adoptive parent, we have the right to declare what types of kids we care to foster, as well as age, sex, etc.
We applied to foster children from ages 12-16. This would mean the child would be in the same age range as our own children. We asked for a girl, because we already had three boys and felt our daughter would enjoy having some more estrogen to relate with. Plus, her room was the one with the extra bed in it.
We asked for a child who had few “issues.” We recognize that all children come with some form of trauma, including our own. I also recognize that I can only handle so much in a day, and I could not handle having to go to appointments all of the time.
It took us a year and a half to get our foster license, but that made getting our adoption license much easier.
In the meantime, I prayed.
Specific prayers.
Lord, I want a girl who is Hannah’s age. Sixteen. Seventeen. Someone who doesn’t have a ton of trauma in her life. Someone who will fit right into our family. Someone who is already released for adoption. Someone we can be a family for.
For the next few months, we never got a call to foster.
When January through March had come and gone without a call to foster, I began to wonder why. I had fully expected God to bless me with a new daughter for my birthday. April 14th came and went. I asked God, “Where’s my birthday present?”
Happy Birthday to Me
On April 17th, I was wandering Hobby Lobby. I stood in front of the Tim Holtz section, admiring the variety of ephemera for mixed media and papercrafting art. That’s when the call came.
She was sixteen. Not a lot of trauma. And, we found out later, already released for adoption. Recently. I now understood why it took so long for the state to call us with a placement. God had provided exactly who I had prayed for.
It took a few weeks for Victoria to become comfortable enough around us to loosen up. But when she did, the Lord revealed just how much she fit into our family. She and I were conversing one afternoon, when she flipped a compound word. I used to call butterflies “fly-butters” and grasshoppers “hop-grassers.” She was definitely meant to be my kid. She also shares my love of chicken. She’s the only kid in my home who doesn’t complain when I cook chicken once a week for dinner. She also shares my husband’s love affair with cheese.
It wasn’t a month before I began talking to Victor about adopting her. Again, he hesitated. Said she needed to get to know us better, as we did her. But I knew…
Adoption Day
It was just after Victoria’s 17th birthday that we stood in front of the judge and answered the questions at the adoption hearing. She was now our forever daughter, and we are now her forever family.
Right before she graduated high school. Our smart and determined daughter finished an entire year early. Something she’d been working on since she was in middle school. She chose to rise above her circumstances, and she continues to do so to this day.
God blessed us with a compassionate young lady with the best giggle in the world. My heart continues to burst with gratitude for the opportunity to add her to our family.
by Alycia Morales | Sep 11, 2019 | Health, Self-care
If you could take back your health this year, would you?
Usually, I wait for New Year’s Resolutions to make decisions that can affect change in my life. There’s something about hitting that reset button on January first that allows me the joy of taking control (again) of my life and working toward self-improvement. However, this year, after attending the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference in May for the ninth year in a row, I found myself reflecting on several things. One of which was my health. For the past few years, I’d looked at my pictures from the conference and noted how frumpy and dumpy I looked in the majority of them. How my midsection rolled beneath my blouses. How round my hips were. You know the drill.
And each year, I’d tell myself, “I’m going to make it happen this year.” I was determined I would make better, wiser choices when it came to eating, drinking, exercising, and sleeping. I was going to lose the weight and look great!
Four years later, I was still looking at pictures after the conference, hating what I saw.
Is this about body image? Not entirely. But, if I’m honest, it has a lot to do with it.
Here are my 10 reasons for taking back my health, which I’m sure are reasons you probably want to take back your health, too.
1. I want to live a long life.
When I consider leaving this earth, I am excited to pass into eternity. Yet, at the same time, I’m saddened to leave behind a life I truly enjoy most of the time.
2. I want to be here for my kids and my future grandkids and my future great-grandkids.
My mom has always been here for my siblings and me. She’s always ready to help when we need it, whether it be a place to live between residences, childcare when we’re away from home, or babysitting the great-grandboy. I want to be able to help my kids as much as she has helped us and my siblings and their spouses and kids.
3. I want to enjoy life to its fullest.
I don’t want to regret one day. And in order to live like there’s no tomorrow, I have to be healthy enough to do it. To hike the mountains. To play in the ocean. Enjoy a trip or two to faraway places.
4. I want to spend my days living, not lying in bed.
I have spent years suffering from migraines and other various headaches that would keep me from enjoying the non-work moments in life. Just ask my husband. Until a few years ago, every time he’d make plans for our family to go on an adventure for a day or weekend, I would without-a-doubt wake up with a headache that morning.
5. I don’t want to take medicine on a regular basis.
I don’t mind a round of antibiotics when needed, but in no way do I want to take meds on a daily basis for anything. Not for diabetes (which runs in my family) or cholesterol (I came close to having to take meds for this) or any other illness, disease, or mental issue.
6. I don’t want to suffer depression all the time; I want to be filled with joy.
I spend several years as a teen and young adult in a depression. Life was all right, but I was not. I found freedom from it about the time that I found God to be real. Since then, I’ve also learned that what we eat and drink seriously affects our mental and emotional state. I want joy and peace in my life and am willing to do what I need to in order to achieve that.
7. I hate my ________________________________________.
Fill in the blank, but only use words that describe something on your physical body that can be changed.
For example, mine would be: Muffin Top, Thighs Rubbing Together, Triple Chins, Swelling.
8. I want to remember words.
Over the past few years, I’ve noticed that I can’t come up with words that I used to know well. This would include names. The constant brain-fog-tired feeling doesn’t help me accomplish anything on my to-do list for the day. I just want to sleep all the time! So, I want to remember my words. And be fully awake throughout the day, ready to tackle anything life throws at me in that timeframe.
9. I want to sleep well.
(See above.) Plus, I want to sleep soundly when I lay down at night. I don’t want to toss and turn consistently. This past couple of weeks, I haven’t stuck to my plan, and I’ve eaten fast food, sugar, and had some dairy. I can tell I haven’t eaten well, because I toss and turn all night, no matter how exhausted I am.
10. I want to be able to move and still be enjoying life when I’m in my nineties.
When I go hiking and am huffing and puffing my way up the trail, needing to take breaks while my kids are running ahead, I want to be able to keep up with them now just like I did when they were toddlers. And I want to be able to hike those trails when I’m elderly. To enjoy nature my entire life.
What am I doing to take back my health?
I love encouraging people. When it comes to our health, I believe it’s always more influential to be experiencing a change yourself if you want to encourage others to take the leap into taking back their health as well. It’s so much more fun to do something like this with others than to do it alone. And accountability plays a big role when it comes to making changes in our personal lives.
My mom and sister started taking back their health a couple of months before I jumped in with them.
My mom has suffered from swelling since her 40s, with no help from the doctors, as they couldn’t pinpoint what was causing it. In the past few months, she has lost nearly 40 pounds, her swelling is decreasing, and she’s had to buy new clothes twice now, as she’s slimmed down two sizes. She’s walking without huffing and puffing. Her doctor has recently decreased one of her medications. Where the doctors couldn’t help much, she’s discovered a health program that has given her the results she’s been searching for nearly thirty years.
My sister has Type II diabetes. Since starting on her health plan, she has lost weight, slimmed a size, and had her meds decreased. But best of all, she’s waking up with normal sugar levels in the morning.
Since I started my health plan, I’ve lost nearly twenty pounds and slimmed back into my size 16s. I am waking up without headaches, have the brain power to do the work that needs to be done, and am sleeping much better. The ability to pay better attention to my family is making our time together more enjoyable. I’m avoiding the cholesterol meds my doctor wanted to put me on.
Don’t Wait. Do It Now.
I decided I wasn’t going to wait until January this time. This time, I was going to take advantage of now. It’s been one of the best decisions I’ve made this year.
What’s your reason for wanting to improve your health? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below!
And if you’re really serious about it and would like more information on what has worked for my mom, sister, and me, I’d be happy to chat with you via Facebook Messenger or email to see if we can make it work for you too! What are you willing to do to take back your health?
