Lisa Anderson Facebook ad: “Take back control of your blood sugar naturally”

Ran for 32 days, from June 12 to July 14, 2026, the last day Crush saw it.
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"Can I Take Ceylon Cinnamon With Metformin?" That was the first question I asked when I heard about it. I bet it's the first question you have too. I was on 1000mg of Metformin twice a day. A1C 8.2. Eight months later? A1C 5.9. Off Metformin completely. I'm a diabetes nurse. 22 years on the job. Here's what happened. For 22 years I sat across from patients in the diabetes clinic. I taught them how to use their meters. I explained Metformin. I told them — the way I'd been trained — "your body will adjust. Give it three months." Three years ago I sat on the other side of that desk. A1C 7.4. Fasting glucose 162. My doctor wrote the prescription. I picked it up that afternoon. Metformin. 500mg. Twice a day. The drug I'd explained to other people for two decades. The first month, my body started telling me things I'd been hearing from patients for years. The diarrhea hit without warning. Twice a day. Sometimes three. I'd be teaching a newly diagnosed patient and have to excuse myself. Walk fast down the hallway. Hope I'd make it. I started mapping every restroom on every floor of the hospital. I memorized which ones had locks that worked. Which ones were empty by 2 PM. I kept Imodium in my desk. My purse. My car. By month two, the fatigue settled in. Not regular tired. The kind that pulls you under at 3 PM and won't let go. I'd come home from a 9-hour shift and sit in my car for ten minutes. I couldn't make myself walk inside. I stopped going to my book club. I stopped meeting friends for dinner. I started saying no to my own grandchildren when they wanted to come over. By month three, the brain fog had me losing words mid-sentence. I'd be teaching a class on carb counting. I'd forget what came next. I'd rehearsed it a thousand times. I started writing notes for things I'd known by heart for fifteen years. I asked my doctor. He said, "Give it time. Your body will adjust." It didn't. At six months my A1C was still 7.6. He bumped me up to 1000mg twice a day. It got worse. The diarrhea came back like the first month. The metallic taste was constant. Coffee, water, even toothpaste tasted like a penny in my mouth. The fatigue got deeper. I started reading 1-star reviews on Amazon at 11 PM. Looking for anyone who'd found a way out. I joined two Facebook groups for Metformin side effects. I read every post. I read every comment. I needed to know I wasn't alone. At eighteen months my A1C was 8.2. Higher than when I started. On a higher dose. With worse side effects. I was at the end of my rope. I was a 55-year-old diabetes nurse who couldn't leave her own house without planning the route by bathrooms. Who fell asleep in her chair at 7 PM. Who told her patients to "give it time" while privately swallowing Imodium. And I started wondering. Maybe I was just weak. Maybe everyone else tolerated this and I was the problem. Maybe I was being dramatic. That shame is the part nobody talks about. Every diabetes group online has someone saying "Metformin's not that bad. Just get through the first two weeks." So you assume you're broken. You assume your body is the problem, not the drug. You stop telling people what's really happening. Because you're embarrassed. I sat down with my doctor. I told him everything. Every symptom. Every cancelled plan. Every bathroom map. I asked him if I could try adding Ceylon cinnamon alongside the medication. With monthly bloodwork to track everything. In my case, my doctor said yes. He was clear: don't stop the prescription. Add this in. Track together. Any change to my dose was his call based on the numbers. That's the only way I'd recommend anyone do this. With your doctor in the loop. Watching the numbers. Making the call. So I tried Ceylon cinnamon. The first brand was 1200mg, top-rated on Amazon. Six weeks. My fasting dropped from 162 to 158. Four points. I was hopeful for two days. Then I realized I was still in the same place. I switched to Nature's Bounty. 2000mg with Chromium. Six more weeks. Fasting glucose: 153. Better. Still nowhere near where I needed to be. Still on a full dose of Metformin. Still planning my life around bathrooms. Three months gone. My follow-up was in seven weeks. If my numbers didn't move, my doctor was going to add a second medication. I'd seen what that road looks like for my patients. Two drugs. Then three. Then insulin. Then the plastic organizer Sunday through Saturday on the kitchen counter. I almost gave up. I almost decided cinnamon just doesn't work. That maybe my diabetes was too far gone. But after 22 years as a nurse, I know one thing. When something doesn't work, it's usually not because the science is wrong. It's because the form, the dose, or the delivery is wrong. So I stopped asking "does cinnamon work?" — the research already answers that. I started asking "why isn't THIS cinnamon working?" What I found made me furious. Most cinnamon supplements are dry powder packed into a capsule. Your body absorbs maybe 15% of the active compounds. The rest passes straight through. But that's not the worst of it. The compounds that actually improve insulin sensitivity — the polyphenols — are fat-soluble. They need a lipid carrier to cross cell membranes and reach your cells. A dry powder capsule has no fat. Zero. So those compounds float through your gut with nothing to deliver them. And half the brands on the market use Cassia cinnamon. Not Ceylon. Cassia contains coumarin. It damages the liver with daily use. The label just says "cinnamon." They don't have to tell you which kind. I'd spent three months on supplements that never had a chance of working. But for the first time in months, I felt something else. Hope. Because if the problem was delivery — not the ingredient — then maybe a properly formulated version existed. I dug through forums. Reviews. Recommendations from women whose numbers had actually moved. One name kept appearing: Primal Remedies. True Ceylon cinnamon from Sri Lanka. 7,200mg per serving. Every softgel infused with organic MCT oil — the lipid carrier that shuttles polyphenols across cell membranes. Third-party tested. Safe alongside other medications. I ordered it. My follow-up was five weeks away. I took my first dose on a Wednesday. Three softgels with breakfast. Expected nothing. That afternoon, the 3 PM crash didn't come. I worked until 5:30 still feeling sharp. Probably a fluke. Next morning, fasting glucose: 144. Down from 153. One week: 138. Then 131. Then 125. Two weeks: consistently in the 120s. Post-meal spikes flattening. Where lunch used to push me to 215, I was seeing 165. Three weeks: 115. The afternoon crash was gone. The diarrhea I'd lived with for over a year started easing. Four weeks: 108. I went to my follow-up. A1C: 6.4. My doctor pulled up the chart. Looked at the history. Looked at me. "What changed?" I told him. He nodded. "These numbers are excellent. Let's start tapering. Cut the morning dose in half this month." Thirty days later: A1C 6.1. Fasting 99. Evening dose cut. Sixty days after that: A1C 5.9. Fasting 92. He looked at me and said, "I don't see a reason to keep you on Metformin anymore." Four months later, I haven't filled a prescription. The diarrhea is gone. The metallic taste is gone. The brain fog is gone. The afternoon crash is gone. I see my grandkids without a strategy. I drive to the lake without a bathroom map. If you've tried cinnamon and it didn't work, it probably wasn't you. It wasn't that your body was broken. It wasn't that your diabetes was too far gone. It was probably dry powder with no absorption system. Cassia instead of Ceylon. A fraction of the dose your cells actually needed. And every month on the wrong product is another month of side effects. Another month closer to the next prescription. If you're on Metformin and you're tired of side effects with no real progress — talk to your doctor about adding properly formulated Ceylon cinnamon. In my case, my doctor approved it alongside my medication. The numbers spoke for themselves. Primal Remedies is the only brand I've found that gets all three right. True Ceylon. 7,200mg. MCT oil delivery. You might be surprised what happens when your cells get the real thing. 👉 https://primal-remedies.com/pages/lp1-c-met — Karen Whitfield, RN, CDE P.S. — You'll know within days if it's working. Post-meal spikes flatten first. Then fasting glucose drops over 2-3 weeks. If you've taken other cinnamon and seen nothing, that's because the compounds never reached your cells. P.P.S. — Primal Remedies has a money-back guarantee. If your numbers don't improve, you get your money back. I wish I'd found this a year earlier. P.P.P.S. — They're a small company and they sell out fast. If you have a follow-up coming and you're trying to get your numbers down before it, check stock before waiting. 👉 Check stock here: https://primal-remedies.com/pages/lp1-c-met
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Take back control of your blood sugar naturally
"I'm a diabetes nurse. I was on 1000mg Metformin twice a day. A1C 8.2. Mapping every bathroom in my hospital. Tried two cinnamon brands — barely moved. Switched to Primal Remedies and 8 months later I'm off Metformin completely with A1C 5.9. The MCT oil delivery makes all the difference."
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