I got my first warning sign that I was heading for physical ruin in 1992 after a stressful move from New Jersey to Michigan. I became quite ill over a 12 hourperiod and had to be taken to the hospital. The stabbing pain in my side was likely a kidney or gall stone, but the doctors never determined exactly what the problem was. Then it happened again one year later. I was on the road to the demise of my health.
Back then, I was a lacto-vegetarian. I consumed dairy products, but no meat at all. Even though I’d lived on a meatless diet for 12 years, I had acidified my body and laid myself wide-open to disease. I was in my thirties and wondered how I could have lived without meat for so long and still get sick. I got at least one cold or flu annually. One year, I had a chronic cough that lasted six weeks and I was never so miserable in my life. I knew something was still missing in my health picture, but I didn’t know what it was. I learned later that the foods I was eating were killing me because they were not raw. (to be continued . . . )