A Proven And Effective Hypothyroidism Diet
My name’s Anne Ferris (that’s me over to the right).
I’m a former sufferer of hypothyroidism but I managed to overcome it naturally without the use of drugs.
I set up this website to help others suffering hypothyroidism because before I got diagnosed I was confused and frustrated.
After I got diagnosed I was even more confused, frustrated and desperate for answers.
It seemed like everywhere I turned people had different opinions about how to treat hypothyroidism:
- take drugs,
- don’t take drugs,
- change your diet,
- supplement with iodine,
- it’s genetic you can’t fix it, etc
The solution seemed out of reach and very overwhelming at times.
On this website I’ll reveal the breakthroughs that helped me regain control of my life and say “good bye” to hypothyroidism for good without any nasty drugs.
How My Life Turned Upside Down
One day I came home from work to find my partner of 8 years wanting to have a talk with me.
Tired from a long day at work I was totally unprepared for what was about to happen.
He bluntly told me that he had “fallen out of love” with me and wanted needed to leave me.
No “ifs”, “buts” or “maybe we can work on things” just “I’m outta here!”
I felt my world crumble around me.
I broke down, crying or more like sobbing and wailing uncontrollably as sadness spread over my body in combination with a feeling of sickness in my stomach – this was a man that I had dedicated my life to, we had shared everything together for the last 8 years, we had plans…
We may have had plans but obviously they were different plans.
Hitting Rock Bottom… and Then Some
So I found myself sad, lonely and depressed at the ripe old age of 41 – I thought I’d hit rock bottom. Surely things couldn’t get any worse than this.
How wrong I was!
It was during my post relationship breakup period that I got really sick with a very bad chest infection.
I later found out that this can be a common trigger for hypothyroidism.
As I slowly got over my chest infection I was overcome by exhaustion. I just put it down to my body trying to recover from the chest infection.
I would drag myself out of bed in the morning, off my wet bed sheets because I’d started sweating a lot at night (although not a classic symptom of hypothyroidism, it does happen to some sufferers), and somehow get ready for work and then drudge my way through the work day.
Falling asleep at my desk during lunch hour became a common practice.
As was coming home from work and falling asleep on the couch before trying to cook dinner.
The tiredness I felt developed into an exhaustion of every level – spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically. I just felt drained of all life.
Any ounce of optimism or zest for life had been sucked out of me.
Understandably because of my break up I was still depressed during this time. But now with the exhaustion on top of it – mentally I felt a type of “brain fog”.
I couldn’t think straight. Like all my thoughts were jumbled. My concentration was terrible as I felt like my brain just wasn’t working properly. It was like I was on drugs or something.
As I sit here typing this now I think back to this time period and remember how it was a struggle to log into my email account.
Exhaustion, Night Time Sweats and “Brain Fog” But That’s Not All…
I’d also noticed my hair thinning a little… OK a lot.
At first I thought I was just imagining things and that if I ignored it, it would go away.
In fact I had developed a small bald patch where I parted my hair. I thought it was just stress related.
And then there was the weight gain.
Once again I thought this was just “post breakup symptoms”. Sure I’d been eating a bit more chocolate and ice cream.
Combined with my new hibernation habits I was sure to put on a little weight.
A little would have been understandable. But I put on a lot of weight… in a relatively short amount of time. I went from 128lbs to 150lbs in 3 months.
I stopped stepping on the scales because I got too afraid but that didn’t stop the weight gain.
I continued to balloon out and suddenly all my clothes were tight. Tops were clinging to my midsection and around my arms. My dress pants were getting tighter and tighter.
Despite all these things going on, I still didn’t do anything until this one event…