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'There are pills we can give you to lower your blood pressure and cholesterol,' the doctor announced, 'but once you start taking them, you can never stop.'Any alternatives? I wondered. 'Well, you may be able to make a difference with diet, but it will take a massive effort,' she said briskly, clearly doubtful of my ability to do anything demanding self-discipline. 'You'll have to drink far less, lose some weight and eat lots of oily fish.'I decided I was going to prove I could control my own body. Armed with a diet sheet I marched out,determined to be beaten.When I got home and looked at the sheet, however, my resolve crumbled.
Essentially, I had to cut out salt and saturated fats, The list of what I couldn't eat
was gigantic: no roast potatoes, no potato chips with a drink before dinner - no drink before dinner for that matter. No bacon, butter or sausages. No desserts, no chocolate or cheese (except Camembert as a treat), no sugarcoated breakfast cereals.
By this stage the colour had drained from my face. Red meat rarely, cut down on eggs and only skimmed milk. Worse was to come. Not more than 21 units of alcohol a week.
That meant half a bottle of wine a day at most and not a sip more. I began to ask myself if I could do it. Perhaps I should just take the pills. Then the thought of my father's early death came back to me. Friends rang with helpful suggestions. Give up coffee and tea -a lot of caffeine doesn't help blood pressure. Join a gym. I'd never really seen myself in a tracksuit, but I poured my cup of tea down the kitchen sink.
Sunday lunch, one of the great events in our family, took on a new dimension. No roast beef or lamb, just chicken. And boiled potatoes with lots of green vegetables and fruit to follow. And mineral water.
My breakfast became decaffeinated coffee and kippers - an oily fish, you see. Lunch was sardines with a tomato and onion salad.Going out to eat became difficult: I couldn't even have pizza because of that melted cheese.
But slowly I cheered up. I discovered a passion for sushi, and I could eat any amount of pasta as long as I was careful with the sauce. I embarked on a love affair with salad nicoise, even though I had to leave the eggs and olives on the eggs and olives on the side, and became a herbal-tea addict.
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´ä:fruit and vegetables,rice,salad, soy, boiled and baked potatoes,oily fish, pasta, chicken, low-fat spreads, skimmed milk.
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´ä:salt, processed foods, fried chicken, offal, coconut milk, peanuts, potato chips, french fries, roast potatoes, hamburgers, butter, margarine, cakes, chocolate, red meat, full-fat milk, ice cream.
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