A Frowning Doctor
This morning as I scrolled through Instagram navigating the steps to the doctors surgery a house sparrow quite literally flew into and hit my face. The little fella ploughed into me rather forcefully and I was shocked to say the least, as I'm sure, was he. I picked him up off the floor, he seemed ok apart from a little surprised so I sat him under a tree in the shade, promising I'd be back after my doctors appointment to check on him. He wouldn't be the first injured bird (or animal for that matter) I have taken home and nursed back to health. I amused quite a few of my friends as I waited for the doctor to call my name with messages such as "I'm not joking, a bird literally flew into my face" and "A sparrow legit just hit me in the face, I thought birds knew to avoid human heads?!"
My doctor called my name, I'd booked an appointment weeks ago just to check a swollen gland in my neck which was no longer swollen as well as my B12 levels. It's an important vitamin that only animal protein can provide. I have been completely avoiding all animal protein for the past two months, even though I was only consuming fish once a week to get B12 into my body in a natural way. I found that the lumps I had, had started to grow again and I began to feel a little under the weather. Cutting it out completely meant that the lumps completely disappeared after a few weeks and I was back to feeling 100% healthy.
"You look so well Peta" She exclaimed.
I mentioned I'd like to have a blood test to check my B12 levels and my doctor looked at me inquisitively. "Why's that?" she questioned.
I explained that for the past year I have been following a plant based diet eating fish once a week but for the last 2 months I haven't had any kind of animal protein in my system and wanted to check my levels. She frowned and shook her head.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked me.
I told her that after doing a great deal of research I thought it would be interesting to try and see if it could help me to feel better. And it had, within just a few weeks the tumors in my body had begun to shrunk, I no longer vomited every day and after a few months I rarely got ill at all, which after spending my whole life in and out of doctors surgeries and hospitals was nothing short of a miracle.
"So you're a vegan then? Well I must say you're looking very tired and withdrawn, and I think we need to book you an appointment to see the nurse to have your height and weight checked."
As those words were muttered I realised that she would never be on board with my lifestyle and the plant based diet I follow. Minutes before she had said I looked well until the word vegan was mentioned. I began to instantly feel self doubt seep into every part of me. Had I been wrong? Was I putting my body through something it really couldn't handle? Should I be eating animal protein? Did I look tired? Was I actually really unhealthy? All of these questions flooded my mind as I drove home.
I went to see my mum and sister and mentioned it to them. As I told them I realised how silly I was for letting her get to me. I have never been this healthy, my skin has never been so clear and glowing. My hair has never been this strong. I have never weighed more in my life. I've never been so full of energy, able to handle anything life throws at me and most importantly I have never spent so long completely off medication (1 year) during the nearly 26 years I have been on this planet.
Unfortunately conventional medicine will probably never catch on to this way of living. To using food not only as a preventative measure but also as a medicine to cure our bodies of all kinds of ailments.
I believe that we are all individuals, our bodies require different things, they change with time and we can create allergies and become intolerant and tolerant to various foods over the years. We have to find what is right for us right now, but most importantly we should never judge another person for what works for them.
I weighed myself today for the first time in 5 months. I weighed in at 67kg which is the absolute heaviest I have ever been. 3 years ago I weighed 45kg, I was scarily thin, I had no energy and required help to do the tiniest of physical tasks. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely horrified at first to see the number on the scale go into the sixties, never mind late sixties.
But as I looking in the mirror a confident, strong woman smiled back at me with shining eyes full of life, glowing clear skin, long strong hair, muscular legs, firm arms and a full, content face.
I am very physically strong, I go to the gym and lift weights 4-5 times a week. I work hard to make sure my body is well looked after, I prepare delicious nutritional meals.I snack all day long. I love my body, especially at it's heaviest. I am so proud that in just two years I have put on 20kg, I have a healthy glowing strong body that will not end up in a wheelchair by the time I'm thirty as the doctors once predicted.
Doctors are incredible people, I will always have the up-most respect for them but sometimes we have to do our own research and find what works well for us personally. We need to listen to our own bodies and experiment as we go, and when we find something that works we must try not to allow the judgement of others to sway our own opinions.
Here's to strong, healthy bodies full of life and love.
And the sparrow? He got over his little shock and flew off into the warm Spring day.