Going sugar free has been the cherry on top for me. I eat well and keep blood sugars on check therefore regulating hormone production. Again, I still eat fruit but no other form of sugar. Yes, I treat myself and no I don’t break out like crazy because of it. I plan my treat and make sure to have some kind of protein or good fat before hand. I sleep very well (7-8 hours). I also take a few supplements: milk thistle, zinc (be careful not to over take as I did experience nausea and headaches) and a
Now after I had stopped the popping i would still get a pimple here and there. I was very pleased not to be dealing with 7-10 at a time but I was still pushing for what i new could be mine. With lent season coming around I thought about what I should give up. One morning while eating my daily oatmeal with maple syrup, berries, banana, chia seeds. I had a thought or rather God gave me the idea to try to give up sugar. Now i already ate clean; no processed food in any shape or form. But I did not
Now this little blog post is mainly for me to express myself. Because I am wiser andnow in a place of peace, I would hope to give whoever is reading this another way of looking at things. So after my many diet choices and detox periods I took another step back. I didn’t realize I was breaking rule #1 of practicing patience. Like I had stated in earlier post, I would be so discusted with active pimples and would go right in and pop em. BAD, BAD, BAD. This was not self love and not godly behavior
Now for the other side of things. So I tried going gluten/dairy free which chilled things out but def no real improvement. I then did HCLF, HFLC, no grains and then vegetarian and then total vegan. Would have a great smoothie with every other supplement in it, drink plenty of water while also drinking this and that tea, and would exercise. Nothing. During these times I lost a lot of weight on top of the initial weight I had lost when I first started breaking out, and that was nice but def wasn’t
I knew deep down inside that God did not create me just so I would suffer with acne all my life. Yes, we suffer in this life but God wants you to turn to him. God wants you to prosper and have joy. Now as I started to work on my relationship with God, going to church every Sunday, reading the gospel, praying, etc. Do not cease in prayer. No my acne did not stop because I was doing this but my anxiety and fears did. I stopped having such ugly thoughts about myself, I was his child and I felt safe
I made acne the center of my world. I was bitter and felt like I was delt a bad set of cards. I was wrong in my thinking, I was selfish and cared about living the life I wanted. My soul/spirit was in pain and tired of constantly trying to understand. I always knew God was within me but i had no relationship with him. I didn’t run to him with my problems. Acne taught me patience and how to submit to God. Putting my acne before him was wrong. When I committed myself and opened my heart to him, he
Acne ate me up. I was trapped and I had no hope for a way out. I would have constant negative thoughts about how nothing would truly work because like many of you I had tried everything. I majored in acne. But then I had this reoccurring question, did I really want clear skin? Well yes, everybody does. But I wasn’t ready for it. There was still so much to learn.
I took antibiotics on and off for about 2 years or so. And the thought of acne left my mind. I was in a relationship at the time and very happy. But life happens and the relationship started to shift for the worse. I felt lost again and the acne appeared. I tried antibiotics again but to no avail. So there I was suffering with acne for the next 4 years or so. I was depressed and gave up on the ambitious girl I am. My acne was the hormonal type. I got them around my mouth, chin, and upper cheeks.
My acne started when I was 18-19. At the time I was lost and nervous for the future. I felt pressured and not good enough, for what? I don’t know. The acne was horrible, I don’t know how it got so bad and for what reason. I was at what i thought was my lowest and did not even recognize myself. I let it change me. I suffered for 2 years trying to let it just go away before I went to a dermatologist, who then prescribed me antibiotics. They worked and I thought it was over.