The No. 1 Question Your Doctor Should Always Ask You . . .
"How Much Water Do You Drink on a Daily Basis?"
And Why Your Answer Could Mean the Difference Between a Lifetime of Optimal Health — or Chronic Disease.
Think about it do you really need some quack or medico to stretch the point you are not drinking enough water? of course most of you don't, however you are not doing your self any favours by ignoring the fact that your future health is factored in by the amount of water you drink daily.
During the past fifteen years my average intake of inexpensive clean filtered-boiled and refrigerated tap water being around two litres or over three pints per day, thus counteracting the social sludge I slurp into my body from the stuff I enjoy, such as tea sugar dairy products Johnny Walker C/Cola and a rare coffee. also muck that hangs around In my system from a heap of other miscellaneous additives found in the crap we call food.
Can you imagine a back yard swimming pool 30x15x5ft equalling nearly 64,000 litre's. If you drank two litres of it each day it would take you seventy five years to empty it and start drinking one third of your neighbours pool by the the time you received your birthday wishes from the Queen when finally hitting a ton.
Although feeling weary occasionally but mentally fit and still able to enjoy life and reflect back on the extra good times you enjoyed in your twilight years.
Your life extends beyond the norm and are still getting around courtesy of your zimmer frame or motorised cart. You visit the last resting places of friends and rello's long forgotten who played with you in the school play ground. Those not incinerated and buried in their local cemetery's are difficult to .locate due to the weathering of their markers over the years but your acute brain still functioning well is able to locate the remains of your old pals who drank and smoked their way into oblivion a quarter of a century back before you reached the end of your shagging days.
Monitoring the habits of people I have known for time immemorial one person in particular and a person I have known since I was about seventeen on my first R N Ship and four years my senior was not of great stature but well adjusted polite knowledgeable and non smoking and an abstenee from the daily eighth of a pint of neat rum, which I and others considered was the catalyst for dumbing down the lesser mortals on RN Ships during my time in particular, the person in question is still around and now approaching eighty -eight years of age, is fit as a fiddle communicates with me regularly and continues each year to turn up for the long ANZAC day march in Sydney, drinks lots of water doesn't drink or smoke and drives still, I expect he will be around much longer than I shall ever be, then again one cannot discount the prospects of a cock up when crossing the road or bitten by a snake behind the back shed while moving a flower pot, also the other great Aussie terminators the red back om the dunny seat and worst of all a funnel web spider in your budgie smugglers, However if you have stuck to the rules and led a healthy life your strong constitution could be your saviour when seeking antidotal treatment.
A case in point was made clear today by a close associate who is an avid coffee drinker -smoker and also one who leads a sedentary life and rarely if ever drinks water or eats fruit and is lacking normal exercise, I feel sad for him in his Hospital bed, mind you his predicament was helped on by a prick of a Quack prescribing the wrong treatment, we all hope he is well soon.
Have a great weekend , Give me a call, Vest........Back soon.
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