June 13 will stay with me—not because it started beautifully, but because it ended that way.
The morning was brutal. I woke up foggy and unrested, buried in gas pain and that all-too-familiar abdominal pressure that makes me curl up and cry. My Oura Ring said “ready,” but my body said “absolutely not.” I was tired—of symptoms, of guessing, of feeling like my own body was a riddle I couldn’t solve.
And then came my appointment with Dr. Ruiz.
For the first time in weeks, I felt understood. He affirmed what I’ve been sensing: this isn’t just about mold. It’s about heavy metals—those deeper, more disruptive toxins silently short-circuiting my mitochondria, hijacking my clarity, and draining my strength. Mold may have opened the door, but metals are what’s keeping me stuck. (who the heck knows HOW I got them..but I got them!)
He told me plainly: “Steph, we can’t detox what your body doesn’t have the fuel to release.”
So, we’re pressing pause on aggressive detox. The focus now? Food. Real food. Caloric support. Protein, carbs, and fat in healing proportions. We’re building my body up so that when we do chelate, it won’t collapse—it will conquer.
The New Marching Orders:
STOP ALL SUPPS!! The more I take THE WORSE I FEEL!! IT was the sole reason I was feeling so much worse. (so ironic when you need certain aids)
- Three full meals daily — no snacks, just nourishment
- Ignore food restrictions unless my body clearly says “no”
- Add Elemental Diet (1 scoop/day)
- Wait on detox pushers — chelation will come after weight restoration
That clarity? It brought peace. Real, physical peace. By evening, the gas was gone. No regurgitation. No flare. Just… calm. For the first time in a long time, I ate all three meals and felt like my body received it.
This is not a detour. It’s a wiser road.
Because sometimes healing means less pushing and more trusting. It means feeding the body so it has what it needs to do the work God designed it to do. And it means finally understanding that detox isn’t the beginning—restoration is.
So here’s to rebuilding. Slowly. Deeply. From the inside out.
I am healing with food. And the best is yet to come.
Thank you, Honey, for walking this road with me.
Thank you, Jesus, for NEVER leaving my side.
“He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.”
— Psalm 23:3