Monday, January 16. 1984

I'm into health food, and I have been for years. I truly believe that you are what you eat. I got into health food over a period of years beginning in 1972. I was working for a wonderful man, who had two brothers, who were physicians. Every morning my boss would ask me the same question, "How are you?", and I would answer him the same way every day, "I'm tired". He finally got tired of my "tired" answer, and took me to one of his brothers for a check-up. I had been tired all my life. I literally felt as tired after twelve hours of sleep as I did when I was ready to go to bed. I knew that I didn't have the energy or the enthusiasm other people seemed to have, but I assumed that was a difference in personality. In grade school, high school, and all through my twenties, I forced myself out of bed in the morning, dragged myself through the day, and collapsed in bed at night. My bosses brother ran all the tests, and came up empty-handed, but gave me a bottle of vitamins with minerals to try. Three weeks later, I woke up and wasn't tired. Gradually I began to read about nutrition, vitamins, minerals, and food, to try to understand what had happened to me. I discovered that a mineral deficiency, even a borderline case, would produce the symptoms I had had all my life, and would be completely cured within thirty days if the proper mineral or minerals were added to the diet. I also found out that certain parts of our country are deficient in certain vitamins and minerals. The more I studied, the more I discovered, and the more I discovered, the better I ate, the better I ate, the better I felt. If I had a vitamin deficiency, it would have taken up to six months to attain the same dramatic results, and I probably wouldn't have bought a bottle of vitamins with minerals after the thirty day trial size was gone. I would still be dragging through life, unenergetic and unenthusiastic. I still keep in touch with my ex-boss, even though he isn't in business anymore and am forever in his debt.

Love has decided that he will stay at his mother's house after his surgery, and I am encouraging him to do just that. I am much happier when he isn't under foot, especially when he's sick, and I don't think that I make him very happy either. There's Mom to consider too. I miss him when he's gone, but the minute he walks in the door, everything is in a turmoil. He bought a color console at the Salvation Army for $90.00. Maybe he'll watch it while he's recuperating. His paycheck is only a little over $300.00 net every two weeks. Its a break even proposition. By the time he pays for groceries, gas to go to work, upkeep on the car, and vitamins, minerals, medicine and aspirin, per cardiologist orders, there's little left.