When I got stationed in Idaho in 1973, there was an old woman in the shop who bitched constantly about how her doctor had forbidden her to eat eggs, because the cholesterol would kill her, and blah blah blah. One day in 1976, she came to work with several hard- boiled eggs in her lunch sack; happily announced to everyone that her doctor had just told her that eggs were now
good for her; and then snarfed 'em all down for lunch. Was still eating at least 2 for lunch every day, when I got transferred in '78. The day she showed up with the eggs was the day I stopped paying any attention to what
anybody said about what was good or bad for me to eat. I just try not to eat too much of anything, and get some exercise regularly. I'd much rather die clutching a half-eaten pizza slice at 70, than be miserable at 85, living on tofu and bean shoots.