Patricia’s 40-day juice fast has healed her of psoriasis, lower back pain, sciatica, anxiety/depression, insomnia and to top it off, lost weight as a side benefit. She shares her beautiful journey …
I’ve fasted on and off for about 15 years and have researched almost everything on the web on Fasting. But, I find myself returning often to Sara’s website and even liked her on Facebook. I find her simple straight forward and caring approach rewarding. I want to thank her for her support and personal guidance during my 40-day fast, a first for me! Today is day 34.
I needed to do a good juice fast, a strict one. The psoriasis I’ve had all my life flared up all over real bad, discs in my spine felt pinched. I had major lower left back pain that scared me. Sciatica started down my left leg. Couldn’t even walk properly. It was painful. Anxiety & depression was at a high. I had started menopause five months earlier and felt old. I hadn’t been sleeping well and relied on AdvilPM every now and then. I also had quit smoking cigs back in October, so I put on a ton of weight; I barely had a wardrobe, felt lopsided and tired.
Initially I aimed for 10 days. Then 14 turned into 21, then 30. Like I said I started fasting about 15 years ago, but never made it this far. At that time, I came down with Steven Johnson’s syndrome (an allergic reaction to over-the-counter Benadryl).
After several doctors’ unsuccessful attempts to cure me with prednisone, I found a homeopathic doctor who changed my life. I am forever grateful. I’m 50. I like making my own juices of carrot, cucumber. It’s gentle for my symptoms. I like a little beet & ginger too every now and then.
I’ve never been regimented and consume what and when I feel like it. I know I should drink more water and juice but I just don’t feel like it. I always make sure I drink some water every hour when awake and maybe have two 8 oz. glasses of juice daily. Honestly, I sometimes “cheat” by drinking a glass of soymilk at night or a hazelnut coffee in the morning, even an all-natural Popsicle. Maybe it’s being undisciplined, but I feel that if I deprived myself completely, I will not succeed. And they are all liquids!
Sometimes I believe that God or the spirits are leading and supporting me. If I am not thirsty, why force it? I think everyone has his or her own fasting path/journey. As long as I feel well and can make it through a hectic day in the city and at work, that’s success.
Every ailment mentioned above is now completely gone! Except for a little remaining psoriasis below the knee, which is what keeps me fasting another week to 40 days. The most astonishing thing is that the first week I fasted, my period returned after five months. Sara said that “fasting makes one more youthful”. I was skeptical, thinking it was a fluke. But, exactly 28-days later it came back again just as always.
I don’t want to list every miracle, but like I said, everything mentioned above is gone, except a little psoriasis. I feel so in-sync and at peace with the world around me. It’s Springtime here in NYC and the cherry blossoms are at full bloom. I’ve also lost a good amount of excess weight/inflammation. I don’t weigh myself; I think it’s the part of me that wants to prove it’s so much more than about weight loss, but it’s a great side benefit! My wardrobe is now loose on me.
Fasting is a miracle! But I cannot shake this questionable sadness that keeps me in such doubt of all that I have accomplished in the past 33 days. I disvalue it somehow. But, yet I am witness to the blessings. It makes me want to cry sometimes because no one understands fasting’s instant magic; the world, my family, friends, colleagues. This sadness lingers. Perhaps this feeling is just part of the fasting process.
In the past, when I told my mother or sister that I am fasting, their reply would be that it didn’t help if I didn’t take care of myself the rest of the time. Or, “you’ll lose so much weight.” My brother tunes out when I bring up the subject. My stepfather says he is too old. I want to stand on a mountain top and show the world my before and after. But yet, I cannot even convince myself or accept the credit for being cured. For some reason their doubts affect my own, but I am the proof.
The people I love most are those whose medicine cabinets are full of prescriptions ranging from anti-anxiety, anti-depressants, anti-acids, blood pressure, inflammation & other pain medicines.
My stepfather is terribly arthritic, almost bed-ridden, high blood pressure, has acid-reflux, and takes insulin 4 times daily, among other things.
My mother has suffered years of arthritis and other related ailments. My brother has been on anti-depressants/anxiety pills for years, eating them like candy. But yet, they are not alone. The whole world suffers from these ailments. These specific diseases are so simply eliminated by a good honest 30 – 60 day fast. I am the proof! Even after just 24 hours to three days, my pain subsided, physically and mentally.
Yet, again it brings a shadowy sadness over me because no one understands or is willing to sacrifice, become humble, and deprive themselves of their food or liquor indulgences. It makes me sad because I believe it has to do with their egos. Going to the doctor, relying on others for a quick-fix is easy. Someone coddles you. Even for a minor cold, the world flocks for government-funded flu shots and antibiotics. It’s so overwhelmingly perplexing.
I’ve tried desperately to challenge my family and friends to just a 24-hour to a 3-day fast, even after showing them the proof, but to no avail. When they cannot be convinced of my own proof of the magic of fasting, it disturbs and saddens me. Somehow, it influences my own perception even while I look in the mirror.
Juice fasting is a miracle. It’s “the poor man’s cure“, I once heard. It is magic that presents a one-on-one relationship as a gift for time with oneself, with God, or perhaps both. It can be a lonely self-sacrificing journey. In the end, it will do what I can only say are MIRACLES!