My extreme eating plan is designed to manage autoimmune disease by healing the gut. Did I enjoy giving up nuts, tomatoes, eggs, seeds, and lots more? Nope, but my awful health issues gave me no other choice.
We already hung out almost everyday, and I wondered what it would be like to date someone who was already my best friend. But after our first drunken make-out session, things got weird.
Denying that your friends' illnesses are real -- or implying that they can be fixed by happy thoughts -- is unlikely to inspire them; instead, it will probably just piss them off.
People would ask a questions about whether they'd marry their love this year or whether their girlfriend was really the one, and then the computer program would give me an idea about what to say.