Taking Responsibility For Your Own Health


I met with a friend last night for a dance class. An alternative Friday night activity to free some energy and tap into movements that were less lungey and bicep curly. We have both devoted the last 7ish years of our lives to helping people get well. Whether it be through fitness, nutrition, emotional wellness or actually preparing and serving healthy foods, our missions have been to make people healthier. 

After consuming an $8.00 elixir of Baby’s Laughter at a local healthy hot spot, we discussed our journey to where we are now. For work and my “wellness outlet”, I am managing a boutique fitness studio in downtown Boulder and she is working in a commissary kitchen making juice and health foods for a juice bar. The commonality between the two of us in these seemingly fulfilling jobs is that we are frustrated. And after another sip of Baby’s Laughter, we decided that we wanted to leave the wellness industry. 

The question to ourselves was, “Is our industry actually helping the right people?”. We looked at the our lack of fulfillment a little deeper to see where it was coming from. It was frusterating to think about trying to help people but having to charge them $300 to learn how to exercise the right way without hurting themselves. Or to charge $12.00 for a fresh rich juice. It hurt to think that the only way we can make a living is by charging a lot of money for our advice or products. That we are only reaching the 1% of people who can afford these luxury items. 

This whole conversation spiraled into a much bigger concept of why are we so disconnected from knowing what to do with our own health? Why do we need a personal trainer? And why do we need someone making us over priced juice?

My 84 year old grandmother has been dealing with debilitating UTI’s for the past 4 years. They come and go, some last a week. Some a day. Once we thought she was dying because the pain was so severe and we didn’t know what was actually causing it.

As I spoke to my mom on the phone today, she told me that she found my grandmother on the floor of her house in pain from the UTI’s and didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t help but get frustrated as I said, well, what is she eating? What is she drinking? The answer was exactly as I suspected. I wanted to yell at my mom and say, “Don’t you know this?? She needs greens, fresh water, no sugar and alkaline foods!” Not the medication that has been giving to her time and time again that only treats the pain when it comes. 

Taking responsibility starts with bringing yourself back to your roots. Where did your ancestors come from? What did they eat? How did they live their lives? I understand that it is impossible to go back in time, but imagine following a similar lifestyle that was free of cancer and heart disease? Free of mental illness (not caused by trauma or fear)? It starts with food and lifestyle. I think many people would call me an extremest but I believe that many diseases can be prevented or even reversed through diet and lifestyle changes.

Do we really need people telling us what to do? Also, do we really need to be charging so much money to provide these services?

Or if we took the time to disconnect from this life, just for a moment, could we tap into our instincts of what to do to be our own health advocates?