Sometimes you have to admit that your mother IS right, even if you don’t want to.
I was a very depressed, overweight, tired and confused fifty plus, whose mother, an avid talk radio listener, was buggin’. You know, when your mother drops little comments, like, “that would look better on you if you would lose some weight.” or “Why don’t you visit Dr. Steven Hotze, he’s describing your symptoms, he’s helping people like you, and they’re getting well.”
I am no dummy. As a matter of fact, I have always been considered a bright individual, so why couldn’t this Ph. D. feel better? I had tried it all and to no avail. Every time that I went to my gynecologist I got prescribed more pills; my stomach doctor, more antacid; my cardiologist, nothing wrong. So why did I feel so bad? Why was I so unhappy? Why was my mother bugging me? What did my mother know that I didn’t?
So when my mother kept insisting that I try and see Dr. Hotze, I thought, Why not? I am going nowhere fast and at this rate, I am sure to die early as my father had.
So I did. I bit the bullet, spent the money, and made my appointment. The first appointment is grueling, to say the least. I remember the young girl in the room next to me asking if there would be any injections. Obviously she had not been through the allergy testing. . .
I remember asking Dr. Hotze what was in the drugs that he placed under my tongue to level my hormones. I could not believe how I felt. The consistent pain in my neck that I had had for years disappeared and I felt almost euphoric. I wondered if it somehow was a trick. It was not.
I left my first visit LOADED down with vitamin and mineral supplements, thyroid medicine, compounded hormones, and hormone drops. I could not believe all the pills. My husband, who is my biggest fan and supporter, said he knew something was up when I bought a small tackle box to keep everything in. But would it work? That’s what I wanted to know.
The yeast free diet was “just what the doctor ordered.” I had suffered from multiple yeast infections. You know, one right after the antibiotics – antibiotics for ear, nose, throat infections, and then yeast cream . . . then the next infection, and the yeast . . . and the cream. I had been on this cycle for most of my life and really did not know that it was the yeast that was literally destroying my ability to fight the infections. The yeast free diet was a challenge, but I could not believe the difference in how I felt. I could enjoy lunch and not swell up like a porker by 3pm. My rings were not tight. My waist was not pinched in my clothes.
Within three weeks, after much of the yeast “die-off”, I began to feel generally better. I had more energy. I had more stamina. I definitely had more desire for the finer things in life. I worked hard to remain faithful, and I could already see and feel the new me.
Today, four years have passed, and I credit Dr. Hotze with saving my life. I still work hard to limit my favorite things in life that I know cause yeast to grow in my system. I have remained faithful to the vitamin and mineral supplements, my thyroid medications, and to my hormones. That’s right, “my hormones” – those that are compounded just for me. I am no longer just another commercial hormone user. I have “my hormones,” thank you.
I consistently tell other women and men who are exhibiting the “old me” that no matter what sacrifice it takes, seek help. See a health and wellness physician. See Dr. Hotze. Do whatever it takes to feel better. I do not drop subtle little hints. I tell them straight out. You only have one life. You should experience it feeling healthy and happy. I have gotten my life back, and I guess I have to admit that my mother was right. And oh, by the way, it’s not so bad.
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