In 1982, after my dad died, I found a much handled piece of paper in the
middle drawer of his desk. Dad was a physician who specialized in chest
medicine. He was one of the early advocates for getting heart attack
patients on their feet early. He preached and practiced the exercise mantra
by walking briskly as often as possible. Although he insisted his patients
maintain a normal weight, his lack of knowledge about the role of diet in
heart disease was his undoing. Hungry and poor as a youngster the good
life, to him, meant good food. He ate a high fat diet and succumbed to
heart disease at the age of 72. I believe with the additional stress of the
holidays upon us, the words on that paper offer good advice.
