Meeting Phil warranted a celebration. I invited Phil to join me for a juice. I wanted to show him how I was healing myself because this was also very relevant to him. I fired up the juicer that was rigged up in the back of my car and made us a Mean Green, comprised of kale, ginger, lemon, carrot, apple and celery. I could tell Phil liked it, even though it was a long way from his usual fare.
I felt very bad for Phil. I could see how uncomfortable he was in his own skin, just as I’d bee until recently. I asked him about his diet. He confessed that he mainly at pizza, chips, fried foods, cheeseburgers, candy and other junk food. Rarely, if ever, did he eat fresh fruits and vegetables. He half joked: “I’m a hamburger away from a heart attack.”
He finished off his juice and I offered him my contact information and a copy of one of Dr. Fuhrman’s books, which I though he might find useful. I told him that if he needed support or advice on how to Reboot his system he could count me in. I mean it. I felt I already had proved that what I was doing had worked for me, and believed it could also help him to tackle his disease and bring his weight under control. But frankly I never expected to see or hear from him again.
Have you been following my past journal entries? Make sure you catch up here. I’m sharing these thoughts with you as part of the 2nd Anniversary celebration of Fat, Sick & Nearly Dead so I hope you are either able to relate or be inspired by my journal entries. Don’t miss out on the other pieces to this celebration:
Win a Breville Juicer
Be Someone’s Joe and nominate your loved one to attend Camp Reboot.