Tuesday, December 21, 2010

DEVIL IN THE RING

Today I want to give you a bit of background:
My issues began at the end of 2007. Recently married, I wanted an easier birth control option, a method I didn't have to think about much. I had been on the pill for over a decade and would still forget to take it daily (duh!).

Without doing any research, I went to a gyno a friend recommended. At the time my requirements for a doctor were the ability to get an appointment, and that my insurance was accepted. I found one, and was introduced to the key player to my downward spiral: Nuvaring.

In case you are not familiar with it... NUVARING IS THE DEVIL!!! however, that day it sounded like a miracle: a ring made of a flexible material which you insert into your vagina and replace only ONCE a month. According to the doc, it had very low hormone levels, minor side effects, and "9 out of 10 users recommend it".  She PROMISED I would LOVE it.

It was EXACTLY what I was looking for!!! in 15 minutes I was sold, with no further thought I started using it.

Within a few weeks my world was upside down: the weight gain, acne, mood swings, yeast infections, digestive issues, hot flashes, insomnia... anything and everything went off kilter. The changes were subtle at first, very gradual and seemed so unrelated, my only thought was "mom was right, this IS what happens when you hit your 30's *sigh*".

Three months into this ordeal, the symptoms had worsened. I was a different versions of myself: fatter, angrier and very depressed. After much crying and complaining to my nearest and dearest, a good friend suggested that maybe this ring that I SO loved was the one causing "the freak out". I went on the web and did some research, and then it hit me, and boy it hit hard...

The horror stories I read were versions of my own! hundreds, maybe thousands of women in similar, if not worst situations.  Many of them wondering "could it REALLY be the ring??? but my doctor told me I would love it!".

I stopped using it immediately, and then the real journey began. Doctor after doctor told me this was normal, that within a couple of months I would be ok, back to my old self again. This NEVER happened.

I was SO lost. I didn't know where to go! who could "fix me up"??. I felt so betrayed by a system and people we are meant to trust.

Having almost given up and very close to accepting my new reality, the little light bulb turned on: "I WILL figure this out, there HAVE to be answers!". The same way the Internet opened my eyes to the horrors of this hormonal mess, it was also going to show me the way out.

To be continued...

XO
P.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

WELCOME



Just 4 years ago I was FREAKING OUT, having gained 15 lbs in a month's time (YIKES!), a face full of adult acne (DOUBLE yikes!), out of proportion boobs and a butt I'd rather not talk about (HOLY yikes!).

This all happened for now apparent reason (or so I thought at the time), without me changing my eating habits or workout regime - though they were nothing to be proud of. It may sound funny now, but it sure as hell wasn't at that time (my poor husband had it even worse with my mood swings, sorry babe!). 

After many years trying to take control of my body and everything else that went haywire when I hit the big 3-0... I finally cracked it! (AKA am managing things very well). 

The results: 15 + pounds DROPPED (like it's hot!), weight is in control, physically fit and strong, adult acne gone, and hormonal balance to the point I can tell you exactly when I'm ovulating and what day I am getting my period (a little TMI?).  I am in the best shape of my life, and look and feel better than in my 20's!

It has been a crazy journey, filled with trials and errors (I've tried everything my friends), full of research and AMAZING people that have educated and guided me throughout the madness (all of which you will get to know about).

So if you can relate even a tiny little bit to my story... if you've feel like you've tried everything and anything...  if you just simply feel lost and tired of IT, please follow along.

Cheers mamasitas! 
Paola