While teaching Weight Warriors, I met a beautiful woman in one of my classes. I immediately befriended her, because of her sweet spirit. She too, had many mental problems. She would actually sit and drool in class. She would be looking at me, and the slow drip of saliva would be falling. She was doing the Thorazine shuffle as well. It is important to remember that this was a born-again, blood-bought child of the King who loved God. I mean she loved God. You just do not know. You would have to know her. She loved Him. She had a love beyond what most people had. However, she was “zombied” out on Thorazine her dosage was high, along with many other anti-psychotic medications. It was sometimes difficult to teach a room full of people when she was there. She would ask me a question 20 minutes after I had already covered the subject. It was as if her brain heard what I said, but it took a long time to process it. However, , sometimes she would raise her hand, and I’d see her eyes had brightened, exhibiting even

A twinkle; and she would say, “This reminds me of a scripture.” Then she would quote a Bible scripture word-for-word and remember the numbers to it, so the rest of us could find it. Her accuracy was amazing. Then she would drop her little head again and would go back to “la-la” land. Moreover, for your information, many scriptures that you have read in here came from her. God used her in a tremendous way. However, at the same time, she suffered this horrible illness. Elizabeth remained on the Weight Warrior program three months. During that time, her doctors reduced her medication. This was quite a feat, considering her diagnosis demanded this amount of medication for a lifetime.. Sad as it is, she fully expected to be institutionalized fulltime in her future days. She had actually been in an institution periodically over the years. It was a grand day to see her removed completely off Thorazine, and the rest of medications had a dosage low enough that she could function normally. Her eyes twinkled constantly. She lost 50 lbs. What a transformation. She was a different person. No one could believe the change in her. She reached her goal, went on maintenance; and I will never forgive myself. I am trying. I am still working through that. I know I am supposed to forgive me, but this is just one that grieves me tremendously. I told her how to add sugar back into her diet. She was going out of the country on vacation, because she was finally healthy enough to travel. Knowing her hosts would serve dessert, I taught her how to balance it and not gain weight. When she came back from vacation she had not gained weight, but she was depressed again. The next time I talked to her after that she was calling me in hysterics because they were thinking about putting her in the mental institution again. When I saw her, I was mortified to find, she had been restored to her previous drugged state. I looked at her, and cried. Acutely and soberly aware of the effect sugar had on her, I grabbed her tightly. Tears falling, I apologized. I said,” With your

History of mental illness, you cannot ever eat sugar. You cannot do it. It makes you sick.” She was very sick. Sugar was the reason. The addiction took over, and she refused to remove it from her life. Sadly, she too dropped away, and her illness progressed.

Consider something for a moment. These are two instances that I saw severe reactions with sugar. I have no doubt it is a powerful drug. Obviously, these were extreme cases. Nevertheless, if it affected them enough to land them in mental institution, it would be quite pompous to deny that it could have a negative affect on us.