Becoming a health coach
First and foremost, you need to know I’m a foodie at heart. I love food, I love eating, and never in my life have I forgotten to eat a meal. (Seriously, how do people do that?)
A few years ago, it became abundantly clear that what and how I eat play a huge role in how I feel, how I’m able to handle all the things life throws at me, and how my body functions.
So how did I get here?
When I was in my late 20s, I thought I was finally in control of my life. I had a job I loved, I was training for a marathon, and would soon meet the man who would become my husband a few years later. Sounds like a pretty great life, right?
Because I was running so much, I paid a lot of attention to what I was eating. I made sure I ate only whole grains, learned how to properly carb load, and kept an eye on my caloric intake.
In October 2006, I finished the Portland marathon, feeling a mixture of excitement and exhaustion that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe in words. A week later, my very persistent running partner suggested we hit the road again, and we met up for one of our regular 5:30 AM runs.
A mile into our first post-marathon run, I realized something was wrong. My body was drained. I could barely put one foot in front of the other. For the next week, I kept trying to run, but I just didn’t have enough energy to run even 2 or 3 miles. I was exhausted all the time, and fell asleep on the couch at 8:30 every night, only to sleep through my alarm every morning.
After several months of misery, I finally went to a chiropractor who suspected that I had some food allergies that had gone undiagnosed, plus a compromised endocrine system.
A few simple tests later we discovered that my body can’t tolerate wheat or dairy – 2 foods I had pumped into my system during my marathon training. Even worse, my adrenal glands (the ones responsible for our fight or flight response) were completely shot, probably due to the stress of eating foods my body didn't like and a high-pressure job. All my hormonal tests suggested I was postmenopausal. I was 27 years old.