Karen Fischer - The Healthy Skin Diet: Your Complete Guide to Beautiful Skin in Only 8 Weeks!

You were not born to endlessly suffer from a terrible skin condition such as acne or psoriasis. You werent meant to get wrinkles or cellulite prematurely either. You were born for a much better reason than to battle with your skin and feel terrible every time you glance in the mirror. Okay, so this might be an exaggeration in your case but I want you to not just hope, but know that you can improve your skin quality so you can enjoy having beautiful skin like the genetically blessed.

I know this is true because the skin you have today will be totally renewed within two months. Yep. Those wrinkles and that crop of whiteheads will be gone and new skin will be in its place in a matter of weeks, and it can either look exactly the same, worse or better, depending on the instructions and building materials you supply for it. In fact, the body you have today, all your cells and tissues, will be totally new within a year.

This is because your body turns over six billion cells each day and new ones are made to replace them. The pimple you have right now is not the one you had a month ago and its certainly not the same blemish you had last year. You just havent changed the underlying cause of your skin problems so they occur over and over again.

Whatever your skin condition may be, whether it is quite okay or out of control, you can improve your skin quality and have fantastic looking skin within eight weeks.

The Healthy Skin Diet is designed to supply your body with the specific building materials to make gorgeous skin. Beautiful skin is created by a body thats functioning properlyby a body that is eliminating wastes efficiently, digesting food and transporting nutrients at lightning speeds around the body. Its not something exclusively reserved for the genetically blessed. You can have it too. The Healthy Skin Diet has eight basic guidelines that will take the guess work out of creating clear skin.

You dont even have to have bad skin to follow the Healthy Skin Diet, as this program is fantastic for overall health and wellbeing. You can be in your nineties or starting school, and there is even information for parents with babies suffering from eczema.

I want to tell you a bit about my own health challenges. Please excuse me for talking about myself but I thought you might like to have a giggle about my ugly skin days and believe me there were many of them. I also want to show you that you dont have to be blessed with the perfect skin gene and you definitely dont have to settle for ho-hum skin.

I know what its like to be so uncomfortable in your skin that you wish you were invisible. When I was at high school I had stick skinny legs, thin blonde hair and buck teeth (which braces eventually fixed), so I rarely smiled, and my teenage years saw the beginning of my skin worries with a regular crop of pimples decorating my oily forehead. I was not only shy, awkward and blemished, I was also unwell much of the time. I always seemed to have a runny nose or a headache and had dark circles under my eyes. Maybe I had poor genes or maybe my health and skin problems occurred because of an epiphany Id had in grade two: Im sick of eating sandwiches; Ive been eating them all my life!

I hated healthy food and I was a fussy eater so from that moment on I refused to eat homemade lunches and my parents didnt know what to do. On occasion a stranger in the street would rudely accuse my mother of not feeding me because I was so skinny and sickly. So in desperation, my mother gave me lunch money in the hope that I would buy healthy food of my own accord and put on some weight. But for the rest of my school years what did I buy? Meat pies, sausage rolls, hot chips, strawberry milk and cream buns (the ones with extra sugar and jam). I was not quite on the same page as my mum.

A vegetable never entered my radar when I was in the schoolyard. At home I did have some veggies with dinner thanks to Mums persistence but I would only eat white bread, as the texture of the brown stuff just didnt feel right in my mouth and dairy was my addiction. I drank a litre of milk and ate two bowls of ice-cream nearly every day. We lived in Darwin, it was the 1970s and the health-food craze was decades away.

Inevitably my delectable childhood caught up with me as I became increasingly unwell. When I was a teenager, washing the dishes would make my hands peel until they were red, raw, painful and totally useless, and my face had never-ending red patches. I wasnt much of a help around the house either. Once I used a chemical-based furniture polish to clean the dining room table and I temporarily lost my visionit was like I was looking through thick grey smokeand then I vomited. Of course I suspected I was allergic to manual labour so I avoided it as much as possible.

In my twenties I joked Ive been tired for ten years but it was no laughing matter. I went to see various doctors about my constant lethargy and I rattled off a big list of symptoms. Then I would undergo various medical tests which would come back normal, so again I would be told there was nothing wrong with me. But Im endlessly tired and so damned irritable, I thought, and havent you noticed my spotty forehead?

I cut a fringe to cover my forehead so I had one less thing to worry about.

One doctor mentioned that I should eat healthy food but he didnt inspire me to investigate further. He had a good point though: my diet could have been a lot better. This doctor also said I would have more energy if I exercised. So putting on my baggy tracksuit (which practically covered me from head to toe), I went to the gym. But as usual, after one workout I got flu-like symptoms and felt too sick to exercise for the next week. Maybe it was all those toxins being mobilised in my body from years of eating fast food or maybe it was my lazy side winning the inner battle. Whatever the case, I would predictably lose motivation and go back to my sedentary lifestylelistening to music in my bedroom as I scoffed strawberry milks.

However, my aversion to exercise sometimes worked in my favour. When I was 25 I had an audition for a TV presenting job and after I read the scripted dialogue, I had to talk for a minute about something I hated. Without a moments hesitation I chose exercise as my topic. Exercise is for whacky people! You think about it ... To run on the spot on a noisy treadmill for an hour. Uh! Sounds absurd to me. I say pass me a tub of ice-cream and the remote control!