I'm 77. In the 70s, people could track wherever I was by following the empty coke cans and pastry wrappers. I drank, smoked and did whatever drugs I could. The girl I was living with at the time was allergic to corn and oil and had to watch what she ate. One day I accompanied her to a health food store called Vim and Vigor across from Carnagey Hall. As you walk in there were a number of juicers and people sitting at the counter consuming whatever they were grinding. Half the people were orange from the carrot juice, and they all looked sick.
I couldn't wait to get out of there and wrap my hands around a hamburger.
My point of view is your doing it for health reasons or it makes you feel better go for it.
But if you're doing it to add a couple of years to your life your dead already.
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