THE MOMENT I REALIZED I'D BEEN SOLVING THE WRONG PROBLEM
Eight months ago, my friend Carol Briggs sat across from me at my kitchen table, nearly in tears. She's 63, a retired school principal from Westerville, Ohio, and one of the most disciplined people I know.
She'd been gluten-free for 2 years. She took a probiotic every morning with her 7 AM glass of water. She walked 4 miles every other day, slept 8 hours, and hadn't touched alcohol since her daughter's wedding in 2022.
By every measure, Carol was doing everything right.
And she still looked 6 months pregnant every evening. Still woke up at 3 AM unable to get back to sleep, still dragged herself through every afternoon with brain fog and poor memory, forgetting people’s names.
"Sandra," she said, sliding a CVS bag across my desk. It was stuffed with empty supplement bottles - a half-used tub of Garden of Life probiotics, 2 boxes of digestive enzymes, a gut cleanse kit from Amazon, oregano oil capsules with the cotton still in the top. "I've spent over $2,000 in the last 18 months. Nothing has worked. Not one thing."
And she wasn't exaggerating. I'd watched her do everything, the color-coded food diary, every supplement anyone had ever suggested, every protocol. She'd followed all of it to the letter.
And Carol was still suffering. But what made it worse was that I recognized that CVS bag. Because I had one just like it sitting under my bathroom sink