I tried the ten steps once. I made a list of all of the toners, moisturizers, and vitamins. Then I finished them all, feeling like a boutique model getting ready for a photoshoot. It was thrilling, and I was looking forward to seeing how my face would improve if I followed this new practice religiously. I'd even start picturing my relatives and friends' reactions when they saw me after a few months. So I continued with the 10-step skin care routine for the glass skin that everyone was aiming for. I couldn't believe it after a few months! My skin appeared to be different.
I had glass(ed) skin, it was like broken glass made holes in my face - there was burning pain and irritation. My skin may not be glass skin yet, but it was smooth and I only had a few zits on occasion. It was a pimple breakout this time. It's as if my face was revolting against me, obviously indicating that it didn't approve of what I've been doing. I had to look like that for 3 to 4 months before the reccurring pimples changed into blemishes, then discolorations, and finally disappeared. This taught me a valuable lesson: if it hurts, it's probably not a good thing. I wish I had known that when my friends kept assuring me that it was normal for my skin to itch and that it would only last a few weeks. After what happened to my face, I wanted to study more and stay away from chemicals. As a researcher, I was able to compare various points of view and advice for youthful skin. More than that, I needed to find a workout routine that would help me stay in shape. Luckily, I stumbled upon a new, somewhat bizzare way of life that just might be the answer to everything.
Since starting a corporate career, it had become increasingly difficult for me to maintain my waistline. So this study that I discovered while conducting research had allowed me to kill two birds with one stone. The best part was that there are no steps involved - just one. This one, on the other hand, was something I've never done before, and I wasn't even sure whether I can do it that time. No, it was not physical activity. It was far more difficult than that - it was letting go of everything I believed in, my sanctuary, and the love of my life.
It's letting go of carb or sugar. It's everything sweet, yummy, and crunchy, for crissake. While writing this, I actually feel my tears welling up. Can you imagine that? It meant no pizza, no sodas (save Coke Zero, yay! ), and, worst of all, no rice. Anyhow, I did it anyway. You know what, despite how difficult it was, the payoff was insane.
I'd always been a sickly child. Growing up, I was routinely hauled to a clinic to be gassed with a nebulizer. I had an asthmatic reaction. It was even more difficult for me to obtain a job because tiredness was one of the asthma triggers. You must be willing to pull an all-nighter if you want to succeed in any corporate position. For me that was not an option unless my boss agreed to put up a nebulizer at the office whenever I started catching my breath. My doctor informed me and my mother when I was in my twenties that if I didn't outgrow my asthma, it would be with me as I grew older. I'd be one of those folks who carries an inhaler about with them like a lifeline. I don't want that. I was terrified since it reminded me of characters in movies who would almost die if the inhaler wasn't retrieved in seconds. My type of asthma hasn't progressed to that point yet, so all I had to do was keep it under control by not putting myself through too much stress. Every time they felt too much fear, too much delight, or too much emotion of any kind, the characters in the movies would have an asthma attack. I simply cannot live with that since I am an oversensitive person. So, in order for me to be completely free of asthma, I had to be more disciplined with myself by not eating too much junk, getting enough rest, and not exposing myself to rapid changes in temperature (another strange limitation of being an asthmatic). My lungs have grown stronger as a result of my constant efforts, and I was completely asthma-free. I was unstoppable, much like a puppy being let out of the home for the first time. I would pull all-nighters but it wouldn't be at work; it would be out with friends, getting drunk and catching up on the wonderful nights I missed while I was unwell. I spent the day in bed and the night out. I felt indestructible until I started having strange physical sensations again.
I had it looked out, and the doctor told me flat out that it was skin asthma. What?! I thought I'd gotten over it? Why have I never heard of this before? It's so unjust! Your respiratory asthma may resurface in a different form, such as skin asthma, so I've been told. It appeared as dry, scaly skin and the sense of crawling ants on some regions of your arms and legs despite the fact that there were none. Then, as a result of dry skin, you would acquire flakes that would resemble dandruff. With skin asthma, I had to purchase this specific skin ointment and lotion only to get rid of the itch and the unsightly ring-shaped markings on my skin after my skin asthma spread all over my limbs. I recall being out on a date as I heard this guy come from across the hall. He caught a glance of my arm, which had skin asthma marks, and as he moved past us, I heard him exclaim, "Yuck!" I'm sure my date heard it and was gracious enough not to bring it up. After that, I needed to do something else.
It wasn't going to work; I was not going to rely on topical maintenance ointments and lotions that I'd have to use every 30 minutes merely to feel irritated again in half an hour. There had to be an alternative. That's how I found out about Keto.
Ketosis is a state of the body in which it does not rely on carbs. It is a substitute for metabolism. It was a very other way of life. It did, however, turn my life around. I never dreamed my body could be capable of what it is now. Even when I'm working 12 to 15 hours a day, I don't get weary. My mind is sharper than ever, and my skin has never looked better. I've finally become confident. I feel comfortable in my own flesh. My family and friends also noticed and wondered what changed and how I did it. I hope I was able to effectively share the fantastic benefits of Keto with you. It just felt wrong not to be able to tell anyone about this. So from here on, it's up to you to discover what I'm really talking about.
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