This book shares my personal story of how I cured myself from infertility, lost loads of stubborn weight and healed myself from a stomach problem I’d battled for five years- all through the power of detoxing my body.

It also includes the incredible journey DaddyGod took me through as I sought my healing.

PLUS it’s PACKED with the motivation you’ll need to DO what you need to, to lose the weight and KEEP IT OFF!
The book has a DETAILED 30 Day detoxifying eating plan. This means for 30 Days I’ve prepared Everything you’ll eat from each meal to the next- all you have to do is follow the plan.
C’mon people- it doesn’t get EASIER than this!

 

An SNEAK Peak from my book:

*RE-SET! The Hannah Viviers’ Complete Body Detox Handbook*

After rounds upon rounds of infertility, I gave up.

Not on having children but in the methods I’d tried so far.

I’ll never forget it.

January of 2010, I was in my room, kneeling on the side of my bed, Like I’d been so many times.

But before, my prayers had been half-hearted.

I didn’t really commit to them because I was afraid that if they weren’t answered I’d be so disappointed in God, I’d give up on Him, turn away and perhaps never return.

That was too big a risk for me to take.

So I half-prayed. In that mode of, “Great if you do God, but totally cool if you don’t”.

But it wasn’t totally “cool”.

I was hurting.

I was desperate for a baby.

So this time, in January 2010 when I knelt by my bed- I committed. I had no other options left.

Everything I’d tried had failed.

“God, if you don’t fix me, “I prayed, “I’m screwed!”

Yep. I used that very word.

Because it was how I felt.

I continued my prayer with, “Father I know I’m broken…”

And right there God stopped me.

You see, I’d prayed for years. Never had God said a thing back to me.

I can’t tell you how many times I’d knelt, or lay face-down on the floor, or wept, or cried into my pillow- or screamed into my bed, saying things like, “Heal my barrenness Lord!”

I never got anything.

Not an answer. Not a verse from the Bible, nothing!

But that day, when I said, in absolute commitment to trusting God this time, “Father I know I’m broken…” my DaddyGod asked me, “Hannah, who told You that you were broken?”

I didn’t hear an audible Voice but I knew it was Him.

The question was calm but firm. I could hear His love but I could also hear His anger: “Who told you that you were broken?”

The question surprised me.

At first I didn’t know how to answer.

I stumbled through a couple of responses that came to mind… but I was stuttering…

“Bbbbbut God, I see it. I mean, I don’t have children…”

I went through a list of “evidences” that backed my case.

But I could sense that God was not going to get into this argument with me.

He’d spoken.

He didn’t say anything else after that.

Could it be?

I sat on my bed not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to feel.

What had God just told me?

Surely that wasn’t a question? I mean, what if, what sounded like a question was actually a Statement?

Was He saying I wasn’t broken?

But what of the infertility I’d experienced?

What of the scans that showed the Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome?

What of…

But what was God saying?

And in that one question God took me on a journey.

A journey that showed me who I was.

A journey that showed me who He was.

A journey that revealed to me His perfect design of my body.

As we walked together through the Scriptures, hand in Hand, FatherGod walked me through the streets that Jesus had walked.

He showed me the woman who had fallen at His feet, thanking Him for saving her life because He’d saved her from men who’d intended to stone her for adultery.

As I stood with DaddyGod we looked on as Jesus looked into her eyes and said, “…neither do I condemn You.”

I saw her body sigh relief. I could feel His Love wash right through her and heal every brokenness she’d carried.

DaddyGod and I walked to the well, there was Jesus with a woman. As He spoke to her we saw His words heal her heart so deeply that she ran back home and couldn’t stop shouting about this Man Jesus Whom she’d encountered.

Daddy and I thronged through multitudes of people who came to Jesus and He healed them all. Every single one of them.

DaddyGod and I watched through a window as Jesus baked bread with His mother Mary, and she reveled in His presence.

As we walked through The Scriptures Daddy showed me that Jesus never ever turned anyone away who came to Him for healing.

And then Daddy took me back to the Garden. Back to the time He said to Adam and Eve “Be fruitful and multiply.”

I get it Daddy! I exclaimed.

His commandment had said, “Be fruitful and multiply.”

Nowhere did God say, “Be fruitful and multiply- oh except you Hannah!”

Nowhere!

He’d included me in that command! And if He commanded it surely He’d made every provision for me to be fruitful!

Daddy took my hand again and we walked through Psalm 139.

Oh Lord You have searched me and known me…

You discern my thoughts from afar…

You hem me in, and before

And lay Your hand upon me

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;

I cannot attain it…

For You formed my inward parts;

You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are Your works;

My soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from You,

when I was being made in secret,

intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance;

In Your book were written, every one of them,

the days that were formed for me,

when as yet there was none of them.

If I would count them, they are more than the sand.

I awake, and I am still with You.

This is one of my favourite portions of Scripture because it speaks so very plainly to what we’ve been designed to be physically.

There are many spiritual truths in this Psalm. But through it God showed me so much evidence that I was NOT broken.

For years I’d been angry with Him, yelling, “Why did You do this to me? How could you make me so broken?”

Now I understood that anger I’d heard in DaddyGod’s voice when He’d asked, “Who said you were broken?”

It wasn’t me He was angry with.

He was angry at the lie!

He was angry that His perfect design had been challenged by a lie and it hurt Him that I’d believed the lie.

He didn’t blame me. He wasn’t upset with me.

But He was angry that a lie had come to His beautiful daughter and it had twisted how she saw herself- how she saw Him and how she was experiencing the amazing life He’d given her.

He wanted to restore what had been taken from me. And it wasn’t my health. It was my belief.

DaddyGod knew that when my belief in who I was, was restored everything would follow.

It was an amazing journey!

One that ended in me finally carrying the bringer of Light, my son Luke.

*Taken from My book ‘RE-SET! The Hannah Viviers’ Complete Body Detox Handbook’