Wheat Belly Blog reader, Shaun, related this incredible story of wheat-free success:
I have a double success story here, with my wife and myself.
Being a life-long keep-fit enthusiast, I had never had any trouble staying lean. Health is another matter, though; I had habitually suffered from sinus problems (and pretty serious infections) and joint pain; however, I always attributed the latter problem to 25 years of contact sports and intensive training. It wasn’t until last September (the 13th to be precise), when we cut out all cereal products that I was leaping out of bed with no neck, back or knee pain whatsoever. This was the first time in years that I was able to get up without a prolonged mobilization session. Incredible!! I was to experience many, many more advantages to wheat-free living over the following weeks and months…
Being very active, I found myself in a prison of sorts. To fuel my hiking, kayaking, cycling, running etc. I had to be practically living in the kitchen. Bagels, OJ, toast, pasta etc. were the mainstay of my refuelling. I was constantly ravenous, bolting down “heart-healthy” breakfast cereal at 6 am before walking the dogs, then returning home to wolf down a few slices of low-fat toast . . . and on and on it went, all day having to top up with all kinds of wonderfully healthy wheat products. I never stopped to think that this might be my body’s way of screaming “Shaunito, there’s something seriously amiss here, you’re not nourishing yourself adequately!”
I just continued stuffing my face and then, low and behold, despite being the most active person amongst everybody I knew, I started gaining a lot of podge.
How could this be?! I was spending all my free time training and yet I was gaining body fat. Ahh, it just gets harder with age, I was told. An inevitable aspect to aging . . . and then I came across people such as Dr. Davis and their very cogent explanations regarding the deleterious effects of wheat. I immediately knocked all cereals on the head and discovered the joy of living without the horrible, gnawing hunger that had previously accompanied me throughout my entire existence. Now, I eat once or twice a day and never suffer the type of hunger that makes one miserable. I savour my food, rather than just see it as fuel. I can do as much as I like and still go an entire day without even thinking of food. Oh yes, I effortlessly dropped 12 kilos [26 lbs] and my wife 10 kilos [22 lbs] over the first few months.
All of these things were tremendous findings, but the most mind-blowing success for us was what happened with my wife’s fifteen year struggle with colitis. She had started losing a lot of blood when she was a teenager and, despite all the usual medical interventions, this had continued to afflict her into her thirties. During one bad spell she had been taking up to 13 types of medicine (amongst other invasive procedures) and, long story short, had never been close to being “fixed.” It was just too much leafy veg perhaps, or…or…and on she went suffering a very uncomfortable existence.
Fast-forward to last year and our wheat elimination starting in September. After the already mentioned improvements we were delighted to realize that my wife had gone a month without losing blood (previously she had suffered bouts of colitis every few weeks on average), so we were pleased that things seemed to be clearing up . . . then two whole months . . . and after three months we were ecstatic. Then Christmas arrived and although I stayed on the wheat-free path, the little lady got a bit ahead of herself and suffered the consequences. Mere moments after “enjoying” a local wheat-tastic dish she had to run to the toilet and it took her three weeks for everything to clear up and return to pre-Christmas levels of well-being.
Sometimes we need the extreme problems in order to make a change in our lives and this episode has convinced both of us to stay on the wheat-free course for the rest of our lives. On the rare occasion that we unwittingly consume the noxious substance, we both suffer horrendously (me with joint pain and my wife with another episode of colitis), but we merely consider this a reminder to behave ourselves. Our friends (mostly in their thirties and, in their own eyes, unaffected by wheat) virtually all show symptoms of impending problems and, although I do my best to push books and websites on them, they will probably resist until things take a drastic change for the worse. The wheat bellies are growing and the men are increasingly endowed with female breasts, but they insist that they just need to increase the gym visits . . .
Hopefully this knowledge will become more mainstream and everybody can start enjoying the sort of health that me and my wife are currently blessed with, thanks to blogs and books like “Wheat Belly.”
Thanks for all the information that we have been fortunate enough to pick up from you and your blog, Doctor, and we are currently awaiting your book (which will find its way into the hearths and homes of our friends before it’s too late).