The doctors said that I was likely not going to make it through the diagnosis. Based on historical evidence as a result of others with a similar diagnosis, they were probably right.
At that point, what did I have to lose? I could submit to the conventional medical treatment that commonly still results in a funeral happening or I could sprint back to our roots. Those roots take us back to the Garden of Eden and a raw plant-based diet.
I started juicing raw, fresh, organic produce. I did not limit the volume or selection of what I was eating other than it had to be from a plant source. I was not hungry. The struggle was only mental, not physical. My physical was well nourished - possibly better than it had been in a long time.
The pounds started melting away. Some weeks I lost more than a pound a day on average. I was not working hard physically, I was however charged up mentally and seeing battles in my mind that I had never faced.
I began to see my fork as my implement of life or death. I could stab a slab that would contribute to my death or I could leverage it as a tool to deliver the goods and supplies my bodily functions needed to produce health cells and to feed the good army within as they went into battle for my life daily.
I lost weight but I won the important battle. I get to live.
Jerrod Sessler, Founder
Hot Feet Fitness