This post is a reprint of an article from 2005. I didn't write it, I found it on the internet. It was the article that woke me up that the misery I was experiencing in my own sleepless nights was not unique to me: it was shared by billions of people who are not as aware as myself, yet they suffer.
Since then I made great strides in distinguishing and managing these bugs. I also share my experiences with a small community of like-minded sufferers on my membership site at www.biting-mites.com. The goal: eliminate and beat these bugs at their own game. Possible? I don't know. Mandatory? I say so.
Update: it seems that I have found the way to manage these things and keep their population down to the number you pick up in the street, in public transportation, at work... Because don't be mistaken, one third of humanity are carriers. It's taken me thousand of days and thousands of dollars...
I will form a testing group to see what form people need to get what is needed so they will do what they need to do... It won't be free. You want free and untrue and unhelpful advice? go and join the number of online forums. This solution is tried and true, but in the hands of freebie seekers it will lose its value, so I am not giving it away.
Humanity will go out of existence if we don't stop this epidemic, if we don't take back control.
1. I let you in and I'll measure you, without you having to talk to me. And from my point of view: without ME having to talk to YOU... Less time, less emotional load on me.It's also that you can get your measurements and put them aside... no accountability to me. I won't call you on it. You are off the hook.
2. I have a big discount. For the first time. And maybe the last.
Now, let me show you what this reader wrote to me this morning:
I have been dreading to sign up for your testing offers...
or better: to get the results. It's kinda silly. The getting off milk has been intense and still is a challenge, going to the grocery store - there's still a part of me that craves bread and pasta and cake and cookies and chocolate and cheese and yoghurt and fruit and carrots and whatever... and it feels like signing up for a death sentence.