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Never Thought I’d Be In a Wheelchair

How Did the HCG Diet Save Our Lives?

I was a typical active and healthy kid, the 4th of 6 children. I can be a girly-girl, but I’m also very active and a bit of a tom-boy. You could often find me sitting in the top of a eucalyptus tree or playing in the dirt with my little brothers, digging tunnels for our cars. I was a master on the pogo stick and once jumped 1000 times without stopping. That was in the 50’s, and I had blond hair long enough to sit on, and it was usually in braids. As I bounced up and down the street with my braids flopping, the neighbors thought I looked like Annie Oakley. I liked that. Other activities I enjoyed over the years included hiking and camping, square dancing, ballroom dancing (complete with lifts, which meant I was frequently dropped on my fanny), water skiing (with more falling), and scuba diving, just to name a few. I liked to be active. You wouldn’t catch me sun-bathing on the beach if the options of body-surfing or snorkeling were available.

Eating Was Fun

Some of the foods I learned to make are now practically a lost art, such as home made noodles, bread, and pies. We sometimes churned our own butter. You don’t know what you’re missing if you haven’t tasted homemade butter, which I still make. Not many people make food from ‘scratch’ any more. But that’s something I learned to take pride in. I love it when someone asks me for a recipe. Years later, while I was on the HCG Diet, I wrote a cook book utilizing the HCG Diet Foods. I am anxious to share some of my HCG Diet recipes with you.


I met my Stan, my future husband, in Melbourne Australia in 1972. We quickly became good friends, and on November 3rd 1973 we got married. He was 22 and I was 24. Yes, I guess I robbed the cradle, but only a little. We loved to do things together. We camped, hiked, and because I loved it, we ballroom danced. He wasn’t very good at it and didn’t like it very much and his hands are a little spastic; he can’t control which way his fingers are pointing while his brain is trying to remember which way to twirl me. But the fact that he tried, showed how much he loved me. Every time we went dancing he forget everything he learned the last time. Still, I appreciated his sacrifice and effort.


Shortly after we got married we discovered that I had endometriosis, which is very painful and often results in difficulty having children. It took 10 years before we finally started our family, and as hard as that was, it did gave us 10 years together. We started our first business, and did lots of fun things. We bought a boat, and Stan learned to ski and knee-board, and I learned to slalom (I graduated from 2 skis to 1).


I stayed as active as I could, but both work and play were usually difficult because of my frequent pain. Medically, nothing was helping. So Stan and I decided to try something fairly radical. We totally changed the way we ate in the hopes that I would feel better. I went through the kitchen cabinets and threw away pre-packaged foods, and especially anything with sugar in it. We followed all of the current “healthy fads” of the day. Most were a good idea, while a few might seem a little extreme to some people. I made yogurt, sprouted beans, ground wheat, made whole wheat bread, juiced vegetables, and bought raw milk, fertile eggs, and organic vegetables (which comes complete with worms). These are only some of the changes we made, and I’m sure we were better off with our improved eating habits, but it didn’t improve my medical condition or alleviate any pain. Although we haven’t always followed through with our revised eating plan, we definitely learned a lot about healthy eating. So we really had no good excuse when our eating habits got more relaxed and we began to put on weight.


We were both healthy and active and so far had never had any significant weight or health problems. But over the years we learned how extra pounds can creep up on you when you least expect it. For at least the first 15 years of marriage, we kept our youthful figures with little effort. Then, even though we were eating and doing things pretty much the same, I began to put on a few pounds each year, and fluctuated between being 10 to 20 pounds overweight. Then Stan also began to gain weight. Since he had never really had an issue with weight until then, he gained rapidly. We gradually formed bad habits and got away from our formerly healthy eating habits. I had tried just about every diet over the years, and Stan had done a few with me. We would lose some weight and quickly gain it back. That roller coaster dieting creates discouragement and decreased incentive. You eventually give up and think there’s no hope for you. (This is the point when some people resort to going under the knife to lose weight. Let me just say that most of the people I know who have weight loss surgery end up eventually gaining their weight back, just like with most diets. But unlike diets, it’s permanent.) Stan was actually considering going under the knife. He was desperate.


Before the HCG Diet in Hawaii
A Little Heavy Now
Stan was an accident about to happen! One afternoon in early 2008, Stan and I decided to go for a short walk around the neighborhood with some friends. The purpose was to get some cardio, but Stan just seemed to be strolling. Frustrated, I asked him if he would walk faster, and he said, “I can’t walk any faster than this”. That took me back! I was surprised and became worried. He doesn’t say much when he doesn’t feel good, and it turned out he had been worried about his heart in recent months because he could feel that it wasn’t beating properly. We had attended a New Years Eve dance just a few months prior, and had to leave early because he was feeling pretty bad. Now I realized this was a related incident.
– I can’t walk any faster than this
Stan the Man – During a sad time We made an appointment with a Doctor, and he was put on a blood thinner (very dangerous!), and 2 blood pressure medications. After a few months, at our request, he referred Stan to a Cardiologist, and after a few visits we learned that he had arterial fibrillation. That’s where your heart skips beats…not an ideal situation. His very high blood pressure wasn’t coming down in spite of the 2 medications, and he was more than 100 pounds overweight.


I wasn’t doing so well myself. When I later stepped on the scale, for the first time in years, I was at least 60 pounds overweight and had my own set of complaints, including plantar fasciitis. It involves pain and inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, that runs across the bottom of your foot and connects your heel bone to your toes. It’s aggravated or caused by carrying too much weight. I had Plantar Fasciitis in just my right foot at that time, but it eventually spread to my left foot as well. As it progressed, I had to stop doing anything that required being on my feet. I borrowed a wheel chair to get things done around the house… cleaning, laundry, dishes, and everything else. I started to use the motorized carts in the stores. Most of my friends didn’t know my feet were bothering me. Every time I walked into a meeting, a party, church, picnic, or anywhere, really, I immediately looked for a chair to sit down in. I even bought a little 3-legged stool that folded up and doubled as a cane. That would give my feet temporary relief if I knew I would have place to sit down, such as in a line, like at the bank or in a store. If I was using a shopping cart, I was leaning heavily on it, anxious to get back to my car and sit down.For a couple of years I suffered with Plantar Fasciitis, visiting different kinds of Doctors and Physical Therapists, but nothing helped. Some days were better than others. But to avoid the inevitable pain, I had to alter my lifestyle to the point of removing most activities, and arrange it so I was sitting down almost all of the time. That sucked! Looking back, that walk around the neighborhood was probably not a good idea for me. The fact that I was able to walk that far meant that I was having a “good” day, or didn’t want our friends to know that I had foot problems, and I was just ‘biting the bullet’, fully aware that I was going to hurt the next day.

The Doctor wouldn’t put Stan on a diet!

On one of our visits to the Cardiologist, the Doctor was setting up an appointment for Stan to go to the hospital and have his heart stopped< (you heard that right), and then shock it to get it re-started. Wow! That sounded scary! The Doctor told us that once in awhile the heart doesn't re-start. I'm sure that's rare, but still.....! So, the appointment was made, and before we left Stan asked the Doctor to put him on a diet, since our own efforts hadn't been working for either of us. His response was, “Let's get your heart working properly, then we'll talk about that".
Let’s get your heart working properly, then we’ll talk about that
– Our Doctor

The day before Stan’s scary appointment:

I had attended every one of Stan’s Doctor’s appointments and had every intention of being at the hospital when they stopped and re-started his heart. But then something scary happened to me!
I Aspirated!
It was Sunday morning, and Stan’s appointment was going to be the next day (Monday). I woke up not feeling very well, so he went to church without me. Within an hour my stomach was really sick and I was very dizzy. While I was throwing up in a bowl, I passed out and my face went into the bowl, and luckily, I came to and sat back up again. I couldn’t figure out why I was sitting with my head against the wall and I was all wet. I saw the bowl in my lap, with some orange juice in it, and lots more orange juice everywhere else and on me. (Orange juice was the last thing I had to drink.)I called Stan and a Friend and I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. At the hospital it was explained to me that I had aspirated, which is when you inhale something other than air into your lungs. It’s pretty much the same thing as drowning, except I had inhaled my own vomit (the one thing that makes this story not as gross, is that the last thing I threw up was only orange juice). It turns out, a lot people die from aspirating, either right away, or later from infection in the lungs. The next morning in the hospital, I told the Doctor I needed to get over to the other hospital, because my husband was having a scary procedure and I needed to be there with him. He informed me that wasn’t going to happen. He said I had aspirated, explained what it was, and told me that I could have died, and I still could. He said I needed to stay in the hospital for a week to be monitored for lung infection and to normalize my breathing.


I was in one hospital and Stan was in another one. He was on his own. That afternoon they stopped his heart and restarted it with a shock (not a very technical description). The procedure went smoothly and he started to feel better. A week later I was able to return home. After that Stan had weekly, then monthly follow-up visits to his Doctor to check his heart and blood pressure, and still, never once did the Doctor try to help Stan lose weight!
Never once did the Doctor try to help Stan lose weight!
A few weeks following Stan’s heart procedure is when we heard about HCG. We were intrigued, so we did our due diligence, researched the HCG Diet Protocol thoroughly, and then put ourselves on the HCG Diet Plan (I’ll tell our HCG Diet story after I finish this one).A few months later, Stan had a follow-up visit with his Cardiologist. I had always attended Stan’s many appointments with him, so the Doctor was familiar with both of us. But he hadn’t seen us for awhile, and we looked very different … slim and energetic instead of fat and sickly. When we walked in, his jaw nearly hit the floor. He said, “What happened to you two? You’ve lost so much weight!”. We told him that in the last four months, Stan had lost 95 pounds, and I had lost 60. He was amazed, surprised, and impressed. We told him about the HCG Diet and how it works, and suggested he put his patients on it, but he just didn’t act interested. So I asked him why he hadn’t put Stan on a diet when we specifically asked him to. He simply stated that most people don’t follow the diet, so he just doesn’t bother trying. I can understand a Doctor’s frustration when most patients ignore his “Doctor’s Orders”, but this was different. We actually asked for Stan to be put on a diet, and he just blew us off. Maybe his diet wouldn’t have worked for us either, but it seems to me that he could keep some basic diet in a file and hand it to people (especially on request)?!?


After you try just about every diet and nothing seems to work for very long, you feel frustrated and hopeless. At least that’s how we felt. Then one day Stan was watching TV and saw an advertisement for a book about HCG. He ordered the book and showed it to me when it arrived. I said “OK then. Read it and tell me what you think”. A few months went by and I hadn’t given it much thought. Then I saw a program on TV with a doctor and some patients who were doing the HCG Diet Protocol. I thought it sounded pretty credible, so I went to Stan and asked him about the HCG Diet book. It turns out he had been reading the book in his car, and when he came to the part about taking HCG injections, he tossed the book over his shoulder. He’s scared of shots. He was imagining having to go to the Doctor every day to get injected. It didn’t sound feasible to him, and the book didn’t explain things well. Anyway, the book had landed in the back of his little station wagon that he drove to work, and it was still sitting there getting all curly and weathered. So I shook it out and started reading. I’m not even going to tell you the name of the book because it really wasn’t very good. Still, between the book and the TV program I had seen, I was able to get enough information that I decided to go on the internet and do some more research. I searched, compared, made phone calls, and learned all I could about the HCG Diet Protocol. Finally we decided on an HCG Diet Clinic 4 hours from us where we could buy HCG Injections. Stan wasn’t as excited as I was at this point because of the shots, but I told him I would inject him, and he was willing to let me. The very next day we hopped in the car and drove the four hours to start our HCG Diet. We got our HCG and headed home. That same day I read over the diet program, then headed for the grocery store with the approved food list and bought the meats, vegetables and fruits that we would be eating. Then I put the food list on the refrigerator with a magnet.The next morning we got up and started on the HCG diet Protocol. We started losing weight from the very first day. Every morning we did the same routine… get up, go to the bathroom, weigh ourselves and write it down, and give ourselves an injection of HCG in the belly. We followed the diet religiously and never cheated one bit. By the end of the first week Stan had lost 12 pounds and I had lost 9 pounds. That was of course our biggest weight loss week, and each week we lost slightly less than the previous week as the diet continued. That’s normal, and we were elated. We actually looked forward to weighing ourselves each morning. We had the occasional plateau, but we plowed through it and our results were great! After four months Stan had lost 95 pounds and I had lost 60.


Before the HCG Diet in Hawaii
I Lost This Much Fat
Stan called me one day and asked me to meet him for a photo shoot. He had called around and found a Butcher who agreed to let us take pictures of ourselves with a big pile of fat trimmings. He put 100 pounds of beef fat on a table. Stan stood behind the huge pile of fat, and I took a photo. Then the Butcher removed half of the fat, leaving 50 pounds on the table. I stood behind the table and Stan took a photo of me. Check out the pictures. It’s astonishing standing there looking at that sight realizing that’s approximately how much fat you lost from your body!
This Is How Much Fat I Lost

Everyone knew about our diet except our son

Our youngest son was living with us at the time and we didn’t want him to know what we were doing. He’s a self made nutritionist, diet expert, and at that time he was a personal trainer, and we knew he would criticize the diet. So we hid the HCG from him but we couldn’t hide the way we were eating, or the fact that our bodies were shrinking. Every so often he would ask us what we were doing and we would tell him we were on a low calorie diet, which was true. He just didn’t get the other part of the story from us. One evening he attended a wedding reception with us and we were sitting around a table with a bunch of friends, when a couple we knew walked up and said, “So, tell us about these shots you’re taking”. Our son gave us “the look”, and when we got home he asked, “So, what is it you’re really doing?”. We finally explained all about our diet and how HCG work, and a few days later he went with us on the 4 hour drive to our follow-up visit with the Doctor. Our son had a chance to visit with to the doctor, and he also saw the results of our body composition test. When he compared it with our original test he was very impressed, because it showed that we had retained muscle while losing all the fat. He was on board, and within a month we opened a clinic in our own area. We wanted our friends to be able to get the help they needed locally.

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