Steph Campbell

Catching you up.... Weight Loss... 18 pounds. Blood Sugar.... A.M. 108  -   P.M. 81 Candida.... Still a 6 Ph..... Still a 6.0 Resting heart rate - 80 3 Days left of the deep detoxification cleanse I've been on.  My diabetes has been reversed.  I am still considered in a pre-diabetic state in the morning.  I am sure this will change as I take off the rest of my weight.  I am looking forward to continuing this lifestyle.  I will continue with my healing process for the next couple of months.  My program will not be officially "over" until June 3rd.  I will be doing Monday night - Thursday at my home.  I will be setting up my kitchen.  Learning to shop.  Trying new un-cooked recipes.  And learning to be in my life with a living-raw foods diet. Today is day 18.  I will write more later. xoxo Steph

I cannot even begin to tell you how relaxed I am right now. I just had one of the best massages of my entire life. No joke. This woman Mindy found places in my trapezius muscles that I didn't know existed. I actually cried after in my room. This detox has been one of the most profound experiences of my life. I don't know that I've ever been so in touch and devoted to self care. Self care and awareness is the gift that never stops giving. It is the gift that allow me to give to you from an authentic place. It is the gift that allows me to give to myself. The vehicle to self care is the body. Body follows mind and the vehicle is the body. The body shows me at any given time how I am thinking about myself and life. The body completely and honestly reflects to me my state of mind. This body is my vehicle to questioning my mind. Questioning all the separation that I believe in so dearly. I can love and set boundaries at the same time. I can love and tell someone no. I can lov...

Dead in Bed is the name of a book that my twelve year old son is writing.  When he told me yesterday morning that this was the title of his work in progress, I was hoping his answer would be "a comedy" when I asked the question "what kind of book is it?"  Much to my dismay yet curiosity, he answered "a murder mystery of sorts."  Hmmmmm... okay?  It was then I realized my beautiful, innocent, soft and tender baby boy was growing (and at a rapid pace) into a beautiful, not so innocent, soft, sometimes hard, tender, sometimes tough, smart, no holds barred flat out boy.  He is a boy, not even a young boy any more, a boy one year away from being a teenager.  I cannot protect him like I use to be able to.  Sure there are certain ways to hold off some of the harder lessons of life still, but it sure is tricky.  What really drew me to this title however was not his quick minded plot about Al-Qaeda (yes, you re...

Blood sugar - 90 w/out medication.  (Was well over 300 on medication the night I arrived). Ph balace - 6.6 (Was 5.2 my first day here.  By the way... the lowest number on the kit is 5.5). Weight loss - 14 1/2 lbs. in 8 days. (I haven't weighed in since Tuesday). Candida - Still a 6/7. (I was an 8/9 when I arrived.  The scale is 1-10). Other improvements worth mentioning:  The skin on my legs is soft and supple.  It was dry with little bumps all over it.  Very soft without putting any cream on.  The alligator skin on my upper arms is clearing up.  My teeth are sparkling white.  My rosacea has calmed a bit, still a bit red but very improved.  The aches in my knees have gone.  My lower back pain has completely disappeared.  I have not taken any acid reflux medication in over a week and it has been very minimal.  After I eat I get gassy and my reflux acts up a little bit.  However; it is acting up less...

Well, the first ten day program completes tomorrow.  So my first group of friends are shipping out tomorrow.  I will be staying on with my friends Glenda and Adrianne.  Glenda is 79 years old and you'd think she was sixty.  She's a beautiful black woman with salt and pepper hair, mostly pepper and she glows.  She plays the piano and her smile could light up a room.  She will stay on for the month like me.  Adrianne JUST got here last night.  She's very fiery and spunky.  I like her alot.  I think we might become good friends. Then there is me.  I am in detox war.  I'm in "enema's up the wazoo" hell.  Mornings are most difficult for me.  First of all I don't sleep well and I need to find a way to sleep.  I'm drained and tired and cranky.  It also does not help my body to repair itself at night.  My blood sugar was 130 this morning upon waking and although this is low and good, I'm not out of the woods ...

Tuesday, May 18, 2010 Hello Friends.. Thank you for all of your lovely comments and massive support. I will be taking a break from writing this morning. This process of releasing dependency on food has been wonderfully intense. Bittersweet. Without food to cope with I find myself flooded with some unfinished business with my past that I feel it is time to make peace with. My heart is heavy today and I am evidence that the body can heal all it needs to and if the mind is not attended to then there will be no peace, no freedom. No physical place in the world, be it Hawii, India, Japan or the physical place of health, beauty, money, sex, food, alcohol, drugs... no physical place in this world can bring peace or freedom to my mind. My mind creates this world I see. And without healing of the mind I am bound to suffer. So here I go inside. I look forward to telling you all about it when I come out. A brief update... my body is healing. My blood sugar was 98 last night!!! Holy Crapoli...

I have a good life. I have an amazing son who is developing and growing more miraculously than I'd ever dreamed he would.  I take little credit.  He is his own grower.  Even though most of the time my mind tells me I am personally responsible for nearly everything that comes out of that beautiful little mouth of his, that I am accountable for all the movements he makes and choices he pursues, even though this mind has staked my life on a one way silent agreement with God that he live a long, healthy and prosperous life... even though... he has his own path, his own way to make, his own thoughts.  He is his own grower. I have a good life. I have a roof over my head, money to pay my bills, a plethora of friends and love and family.  I have a voice that sings, music in my heart, food in my belly...   and my body - albeit very slow - is healing up nicely. I have a good life. I can see and hear and my limbs work fine.  I c...