My Lent Journey: Giving Up Added Sugars and Finding Health

This Lent, I decided to give up added sugars. It might seem like a small sacrifice, but for me, it's deeply personal. Tied to my health, my faith, and my journey back to myself.

Two years ago, I went down a very dark path. With so much pressure on social media to be "thin enough," I started restricting my calories to extreme levels. At first, it worked. I lost weight, but I took it too far. I became dangerously skinny, and my family and friends were worried. I was cold all the time, no matter what, and I felt like I lost my spark, the energy and joy that once came so naturally to me. My skin and hair became dull, and I didn't feel like myself anymore.

In that moment, I didn't fully realize how far I had drifted not just from my health, but from who I was meant to be. Looking back, I can see that God was still with me even then, gently guiding me back, even when I couldn't see it myself. My period disappeared and I had to see multiple doctors, with my mom, my biggest supporter, by my side every step of the way.

I was even misdiagnosed with PCOS and put on birth control, only to later learn from another doctor that my body was simply stressed from the way I had treated it. My high cortisol and nutrient deficiencies were the real issues. Today, I'm off the birth control, taking natural supplements, and focusing on restoring my health. I've regained a healthy weight and finally feel like myself again.

Even now, I sometimes catch myself overthinking or being too critical of my body. But this journey has taught me patience, self-compassion, and gratitude. God has been my guide through it all, and I am thankful every day for His presence and support in helping me reclaim my health.

This Lent, giving up added sugars is my way of thanking God for everything He's done for me. It's a small sacrifice, but one that helps me pray for my period to return and for my body to continue healing. Beyond that, it's helped me feel more present, with a clearer mind, and more connected in my prayers.

During this time, I've found myself speaking openly to God, sharing my fears, my hopes, and even the little joys of life I sometimes take for granted. I pray for patience when healing feels slow. I pray for strength to honor my body. I pray for strength to honor my body. I pray for peace when negative thoughts creep in. And I pray for gratitude, for the moments of light even in the struggle.

I know the road to full healing isn't linear, and I still have challenges ahead. But I share my story in the hopes that anyone struggling with body image, health issues, or self-doubt knows recovery is possible. You're not alone, and with faith, support, and self-compassion, there is light even after the darkest times.