Imagine being a mother of a newborn child and being told that your child is lactose-intolerant.
The doctor advises taking your child off your breast milk or regular formula because he or she is “lactose intolerant” or that your breast milk isn’t nutritious enough. That pediatrician recommends soy formula for your baby.
Being the good mother that you are, you do as your doctor recommends. You notice your baby is in distress. He or she is vomiting, has diarrhea, or is colicky and cranky. You’re probably told, “This is normal for babies” (it isn’t). You continue feeding your child soy formulas.
From infant to toddler, he or she seems to be more laden with allergies than most children. The dark circles under their eyes and troubling G.I. issues persist.
When your child is ten or eleven years old, you find out he has thyroid cancer. This news on top of the challenge of their learning disabilities sends you, as the parent(s) right over the edge.
Why does this happen to a child? Is it in the foods we’re feeding our children?
Most holistic wellness practitioners believe so.
The majority of allopathic and naturopathic physicians enthusiastically recommend soy as a viable protein alternative and TV commercials sing healthy songs about SoyJoy food bars. A gullible, confused, dull, and sick society blithely believes the blatant lies about the historical healthiness of these soy products. The soy industry stands to lose billions if Americans understand the harm’s way they have put themselves in.
Why is soy so bad if everyone, including the omnipotent Oprah, claims it’s so good?
Unfermented soy formulas and soy products are loaded with xenoestrogens. The phytic acid in them makes these formulas (and unfermented soy foods) impossible for children (and adults) to digest, and creates distressful G.I. symptoms. This disbiosis keeps the nutrients from good food being absorbed when it is eaten.
Why are xenoestrogens present in soy beans? The soy plant uses these compounds as its own pest control. If you’re a bug and eat a soy plant, you get dosed with up huge load of estrogen-like compounds. Male or female insect, you are now handily sterilized and your family lineage is effectively ended. No more kids!
A single eight ounce glass of soy milk contains the equivalent of five birth control pills in xenoestrogens. Can you imagine what that is doing to a child’s endocrine system during their developing years? Not only are the soy formulas laden with xenoestrogens and phytic acid, they usually contain the artificial sweetener sucralose.
How on earth is this all helping a child become healthy, vital adult?
Dianne Gregg writes about her own life-threatening nightmare with soy in her book, “The Hidden Dangers of Soy.” It’s packed with stories and testimonials from people who’ve experienced their slide into mysterious illnesses and subsequent recovery once they stopped ingesting soy products.
My encounters with soy aren’t as dire as Dianne’s, but the effect soy had on me was none-the-less distressful. When I entered menopause, I took soy isolfavones to help reduce my miserable menopausal night sweats and to combat the belly I was building.
The night sweats didn’t stop and the meno-pot magnified. I burped all the time and had alternating bouts of constipation and diarrhea. My moods swung wildly all day, all evening and into my sleep. I cut back on my meat and fat intake and ate more carbohydrates, upping my soy supplements.
Big mistake. I was physically and mentally miserable and I kept getting fatter.
My doctor wanted to give me Prilosec for the burping, take a stool softener for my constipated days, an anti-depressant for my irritable and unpredictable mood swings, Lunesta to help me sleep and HRT for my intensifying menopausal symptoms.
Thank goodness I found Paul Chek, the Weston A. Price Foundation, the Price-Pottenger Nutritional Foundation and David Getoff! The realization that I was poisoning myself with soy and excessive carbohydrate consumption was a lightning fast eye-opening and totally life changing moment. Plunging into the pharmaceutical pill-popping, post-fifty lifestyle didn’t sound at all appealing to me.
