I always suspected food was killing me, because having passed my stress test at 48 with “only” 50 % occlusion and being told that’s GREAT!, I secretly understood food was killing me, that being average meant ALL of America was dying slowly prematurely together, and orange glazed donuts, were not a food group. And with ancestry in Ukraine, tubers, fried in oil, were in the genes at at least a moderate level. Or so I thought. 15 years later, I can’t walk without angina, and I’m getting 5 new arteries, and developing a healthy aversion to food. I couldn’t eat in the hospital, but rightly figured without intake, I had 100 pounds of stored fat to live off. After rehab I began to push breakfast 8-oz oatmeal to 11AM, 1 pound cod or boiled/broiled chicken. In 18 months I went from 267 to 174. What Dr.Bpz did for me was refine and validate that journey. Read and heed.
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