What if you knew why you were so sick?

Not only that… what if you had answers and a plan to finally stop the digestive symptoms that are ruining your life?

My name is Antoinette Liviola and until a few years ago… every day felt like a wrecking ball was crashing through my gut.

I was living my dream — working a high-powered job in the fashion industry in NYC.

But as the pressure increased, my habits and my health took a downward spiral so that I could keep up with the stress of such a fast-paced job and the high lifestyle. It’s hard to admit, but… alcohol, smoking, poor meal choices, partying, and horrible relationships became my norm.

Though I tried to juggle this life that I thought I had wanted, my body was struggling.

At first, my face would get very inflamed, hot, and red. Then, out of nowhere, all these little bumps began to cover my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if this was happening in sync with bouts of anger and frustration or because some food was to blame.

Then my “bathroom issues” became incredibly disruptive which ultimately drove me to a doctor.

I thought the doctor would have an answer for me.

But to my horror, he told me that I needed an antidepressant to control my IBS symptoms. I sat there with my jaw hanging open… totally defeated and angry.

“ARE YOU CRAZZYYYY???” I AM NOT going to take antidepressants for an issue with my stomach that you say is ‘stress related’…I’d rather quit my job!!!”

I stormed out of his office and ripped up the prescription.

But I didn’t quit my job. Instead, I became even more determined to manage my symptoms as work became worse and worse.

Not only did I not get better, but I stuck things out at work (and life) only to watch everything that I thought I wanted to fall apart.

I lost so much weight that I looked sick and emaciated.

My episodes of diarrhea became increasingly more frequent to the point where I was going 6 to 8 times a day. As soon as that pain would overtake my stomach, I’d excuse myself from work and hustle down the street to the Macy’s bedding department (4 blocks away) for privacy…I just couldn’t use the disgusting bathrooms at work.

Every time I sat down, it felt like all of my insides were falling out.

Every episode left me drained. My joints ached, I couldn’t think straight, and failed to remember the easiest things.

I was down to 98lbs… exhausted and depleted. 

I felt so old (and so alone).

As friends began expressing concern, I realized I had to do something or else I would end up in a hospital bed.

With the little energy I had left, I began googling diets. Diet after crazy diet, I was desperate to try anything that might get at least my diarrhea to stop.

But nothing worked.

And all I had the energy for at this point was sleep.

Finally, I got an appointment with a top GI doctor in Manhattan only to be totally let down again. She had no idea why I couldn’t eat anything without getting sick and left me feeling angry and deflated.

This is my rock bottom.

I’m not proud of it. Nor am I happy that I allowed myself to get to that point, but I finally realized that I couldn’t do this alone anymore.

I also realized that conventional medicine didn’t have any answers for me.

Whatever wrench that had been thrown in my system, I needed help because it had become apparent that diet alone wasn’t going to fix me.