Charmaine D: My Personal Journey | When My Body Stopped Following the Rules
When Eat Less and Exercise More Stopped Working
My Search for the Missing Piece
The Story Behind the Tissue
“The day I stopped asking how to punish my body and started asking how to help it move again was the day everything began to change.”
As a naturopath, people often assume I have always understood my body.
The truth is that some of my greatest lessons came from the years when I understood it the least.
For much of my younger life, my body followed the rules.
I was the youngest of seven children.
Naturally petite.
Short in stature.
Active.
Healthy.
I had children and, despite life’s normal ups and downs, I never felt particularly challenged by my weight. Like many women, I believed that if weight ever became a problem, the answer would simply be to eat less and exercise more.After all, that is what most of us have been taught.
What many people don’t realise is that I didn’t begin studying naturopathy until I was 49 years old.
I qualified at 54.
In many ways, I didn’t become interested in tissue health, lymphatics, inflammation and body composition because I was studying naturopathy.
I became interested because I was living inside a body that no longer made sense to me.
And life had other plans.
I developed a rectovaginal fistula.
Over the following years I underwent eight operations.
Eventually I required an ileostomy bag, which I lived with for approximately eighteen months.
At the same time, I was running a beauty clinic.
I had staff relying on me.
Three children relying on me.
A business to keep afloat.
Bills to pay.
I was often surviving on only a few hours sleep each night.
Looking back now, I can see that my body was no longer thriving.
It was surviving.
During the time I had the ileostomy, I became extremely thin.
Food became difficult.
Eating often felt more like a challenge than nourishment.
I reached a size 8 on my lower body and a size 6 on my upper body.
At the time, people probably thought I looked fantastic.But I wasn’t healthy.
I was exhausted.
Depleted.
Stressed.
Running on determination rather than resilience.
Then the ileostomy was reversed.
I expected life to return to normal.
It didn’t.
Within a remarkably short period of time, my body changed dramatically.
I went from a size 8 to a size 18 within a year.
Over time I reached a size 24.
At only five foot one, I felt trapped inside a body I no longer recognised.
That experience is difficult to explain unless you have lived it.
You know who you are.
You know how hard you are trying.
You know the sacrifices you are making.
Yet your body seems to be operating under a completely different set of rules.
The best way I can describe it is that my body felt stagnant.
Not simply overweight.
Stagnant.
My lower body felt heavy.
My hips felt restricted.
My legs felt different.Movement felt different.
Walking felt different.
The overhang through my abdomen seemed to create even more restriction through my pelvis
and hips.
My stride shortened.
I waddled rather than walked.
It felt as though everything below my waist had become trapped in a traffic jam.
Nothing felt free-flowing anymore.
Everything felt stuck.
And I had no idea where to turn.
At the same time, I was navigating divorce, rebuilding my life and establishing myself in a new
profession.
Financially, I simply did not have unlimited access to specialists, expensive programs, personal
coaches or cosmetic procedures.
Like many women, I had to become my own investigator.
I had to observe.
I had to experiment.
I had to listen to what my body was trying to teach me.
One question I still ask myself today is whether parts of my story may have begun much earlier than I realised.
Years later, when I tested growth hormone, my result sat at the very bottom of the reference range.
Did that contribute?
Had it always been low?
Was it relevant?
I honestly don’t know.What it reinforced for me was that health is rarely as simple as a diagnosis or a number on a scale.
The more I observed my own body, the more I realised I wasn’t actually searching for a weight loss solution.
I was searching for movement.
I wanted my body to feel free again.
I wanted my hips to move.
I wanted my stride back.
I wanted my legs to feel lighter.
I wanted to walk without restriction.
I wanted to feel like myself again.
That was when my search truly began.
As both a woman and a naturopath, I became less interested in labels and more interested in mechanisms.
Why does one person’s body respond differently to another’s?
Why do some women gain weight in particular areas?
Why does some tissue become painful, fibrotic or resistant to change?
Why does one person thrive on a particular exercise program while another becomes more inflamed?
Why does some tissue appear to stagnate?
Why do some people seem trapped in patterns that make no physiological sense?
These questions led me down a path that extended far beyond what I had learned at university.
I kept studying.
I kept researching.
I kept observing.Not because I was looking for another qualification.
But because I was living inside a body that was asking questions nobody seemed able to answer.
I became fascinated by inflammation.
Fibrosis.
Lymphatic flow.
Scar tissue.
Circulation.
Hormonal influences.
Metabolic flexibility.
Insulin signalling.
Movement mechanics.
The relationship between the pelvis, hips and lower body.
Most importantly, I became fascinated by tissue.
Because tissue is alive.
It communicates.
It adapts.
It responds.
Or sometimes it stops responding.
One of the biggest lessons I learned was that body fat is not simply stored energy.
Adipose tissue is a living endocrine organ.
It communicates with the immune system.
It influences hormones.
It participates in inflammation.It affects metabolism.
When tissue becomes inflamed, fibrotic or stagnant, it can begin contributing to the very
processes that are driving further dysfunction.
Almost like a cycle feeding itself.
This is why I became fascinated by tissue quality.
Not simply how much tissue exists.
But how healthy that tissue is.
How well it moves.
How well it circulates.
How well it drains.
How well it oxygenates.
How much inflammation it may be producing.
One thing I noticed surprised me.
The harder I pushed, the worse things often became.
More wasn’t always better.
Harder wasn’t always better.
For me, intense exercise often seemed to create more inflammation.
What helped was movement.
Gentle, consistent movement.
Restoring mobility.
Opening the hips.
Lengthening my stride.
Encouraging circulation.
Supporting lymphatic movement.Reducing stagnation.
Helping the tissue move again.
The day I stopped asking how to punish my body and started asking how to help it move again was the day everything began to change.
That philosophy still guides me today.
When someone sits across from me in clinic, I am rarely interested in the label alone.
I want to understand their story.
Because every symptom has a history.
Every body has a timeline.
Every person has a unique equation.
What is driving the inflammation?
What is restricting movement?
What is impairing circulation?
What is contributing to the stagnation?
What nutritional support may be required?
What herbal support may be required?
What does that person’s story tell us?
Over many years of clinical practice I have developed herbal, nutritional and topical approaches that support the many different equations I see.
Not because every person is the same.
But because every person deserves an individual approach.
I don’t believe there is one equation.
I don’t believe there is one cause.
I don’t believe there is one solution.But I do believe there is always a story.
And somewhere within that story are clues that help explain why one person’s body behaves differently from another’s.
That belief has shaped both my personal journey and the way I practise as a naturopath today.
Today I am still learning.
Still observing.
Still refining.
Still asking questions.
But I am no longer fighting my body.
I am working with it.
And perhaps that is the greatest lesson my journey has taught me.
For every woman reading this who feels frustrated, unheard, exhausted or trapped inside a body that no longer seems to follow the rules, please know this:
Your body is not broken.
Your story matters.
Your experience matters.
And your equation deserves to be understood.
Because the day I stopped asking how to punish my body and started asking how to help it move again was the day everything began to change.
– Charmaine D
BHSc Naturopathy