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I’ve read countless stories of near-death recoveries, improved health at 70-years of age or more, and none of these are wealthy people with access to unlimited medical advances. We scoff at the simplicity of their recovery: eat more plants, sleep 7 or more hours, meditate, exercise 15 minutes daily, chase your crazy passions, and surround yourself with people who you love, admire, and who inspire you.

When I have heart-to-heart conversations with people about their level of health, the conversation turns to hopelessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation. Why? Because “healthy food doesn’t agree with me,” “I like my junk food too much,” “What does it matter? I’m 55, 70 years old (insert any age), and can’t change… what’s the point of trying?” “I want to enjoy my food,” or “I don’t want to give up sweets. It’s not like I’m looking for a new spouse, anyway.”

I ask again… “why ‘suffer’ to be healthy?” Because these people are on medication, routinely visit the doctor, are on disability, and can’t walk far, nor lift over 15 pounds. I hate watching helplessly, knowing how their family is suffering as a result of their false beliefs.