In 1998, when I first began my FINAL attempt at weight loss, I
weighed something over 300 pounds. I say "something over"
because I really have no idea— my scale only went up to 300
pounds. I was in very, very bad health. I have suffered from
chronic asthma since I was a small child. But as I grew older,
it got progressively worse, and by the time I was 40 I literally
couldn't say at the start of the day whether I would be in the
hospital—or dead—by the end of it.
I wasn't always so fat. But
the steroids I had to take for my asthma caused me to gain
weight and left me with brittle bones. Then I had a bad break in
my ankle that put me in a cast for six months and left me in the
care of my loving parents, who, alas, know only one way to cook:
frying. Stuck in bed or a wheelchair, I turned to food to help
cope with the boredom. By the time the cast came off, my weight
had ballooned to over 250 pounds, and it kept climbing from
there. My dress size was a 26, although I usually just wore 3X
sweatshirts and stretch pants. I couldn't even find a pair of
jeans large enough to fit me without going to a specialty store.
I was so exhausted from carrying around 150 extra pounds I spent
most nights in front of the TV in my extra large recliner.
I couldn't exercise—I couldn't even sleep at night. I was
tied to my asthma inhaler just to keep breathing. Misplacing my
inhaler became a matter of life and death. Often, I had to get
up in the middle of the night to give myself breathing
treatments. The final straw was when I had a lung embolism that
nearly killed me. I had to lose weight or die. I began by
cutting out the fat. I made all the common mistakes by not
eating whole starches; I just substituted Lean Cuisine and
Snackwells for my previous diet.
I lost about 60 pounds, but I
was starving, chronically constipated and my asthma was as bad
as ever. I had been a lacto-ovo vegetarian since back in the
seventies and had picked up an original copy of the McDougall
Plan at a Seventh Day Adventist restaurant in 1983 when it was
first published. I still had that copy and, very reluctantly,
reread it. I DID NOT want to give up my dairy, but I was
desperate. I had thought it too radical at first, but the more I
read, the more sense it made. I gave up dairy and almost
immediately my asthma began to improve. With my doctors blessing
I got off the steroids and started a walking and then a jogging
program. I walked, I hiked, I lost more weight. I've started
lifting weights. I GOT FIT. From beginning to end it took me
four years to lose 155 pounds. I went from a size 26 to a size
Dairy had been a major trigger for my asthma all my life, and
not one doctor (until Dr. McDougall) ever suggested the
possibility that eliminating it could be a virtual cure for me.
In fact, when I asked my doctor point blank if a vegan diet
would help my asthma, he said, "No." It's a good thing I didn't
listen to him. Back when I was in college, when I was a
lacto-ovo vegetarian, I ate a ton of cheese and drank a lot of
milk. I realize now that I actually made myself sicker by
replacing meat with dairy.
Skip ahead 10 years and I feel better now at age 54 than I
did at 21. I've had to make a few changes over the years. As
I've gotten older, it's become more and more important that I
stay active or the weight tries to creep back on. I gained 25
pounds when I was caring for my father during his last year of
life. I watched an active 90-year-old lose both his legs to poor
circulation, knowing that this could have been prevented with
proper nutrition and diet; but he refused to change his ways
right up until the end. After he passed away, I got right back
onto the McDougall support board and lost the weight again. Now
I actually weigh less than I did 10 years ago.
I have a final picture to show anyone who still needs
convincing. These two photos were taken several years apart.
Aside from the obvious weight difference, can you see the truly
important change that has occurred?
In the picture on the top there is an asthma inhaler (never
far out of reach).
picture on the bottom, the asthma inhaler has been replaced with
a McDougall Right Foods soup cup. I think that sums it up
Here I am at my heaviest. Always first in line with fork in
hand when there was free cake and ice cream at work.
This picture was taken when I got out of the hospital after I
had the embolism that caused my lung to collapse during an
asthma attack. I was on a ton of prednisone at the time, hence
the "moonface." I was also having migraines, which is why I have
on sunglasses indoors.
This was taken a few weeks ago when I came back from the
store with my brand new pair of size 10 jeans.
Below is a very cold, wet and happy me walking the five miles
across the Mackinaw Bridge on Labor Day of this year. Something
that never would have been possible 10 years ago.
Dr. McDougall's Comments:
Real success is measured in years and decades, not in days,
weeks, or months. Often I get an email that begins by telling me
that he/she heard a lecture or radio broadcast or read a book of
mine 25 or more years ago and started the McDougall Diet. Now,
the writer tells me he/she is enjoying life and active at 60,
70, 80 or 90 years old. The letter continues with real life
comparisons: Most of his/her friends of a similar age are
confined to an assisted care facility, or worse yet, dead. They
are all on a medicine chest full of drugs. The only common
factor in all of these heartening letters I receive is the
adoption of a starch-based diet.
These letters make my whole day happy. They confirm for me
the real meaning of my message: A lifetime of good health comes
from proper food choices. Cathy Stewart's amazing story, which
dates back almost three decades, is a good example of what I
call success—for her and for me as an educator. The gift happens
when the student and teacher connect with a message of truth:
The human diet is based on starches (rice, corn, beans, and
Common belief in the wrong diet—one based on meat, dairy
products and other junk-foods—has caused our current state of
poor health. Look around and notice that people are fat and
sick. To make matters worse, these lost souls believe they will
be saved by medications. Faith in these false gods (meat and
medicine) has meant that two-thirds of people are overweight,
half have risk factors that predict a shorter, more miserable
life, and more than one-third are on medications. Even children
suffer: one-third of them are fat and 7% are on two or more
Nothing is of more importance for a healthy life than knowing
what to eat. Everyone has been on a diet: a plan to lose weight,
but not to restore health. These dieting experiences have
upturned people's lives for a week or a month but left them with
memories of hunger pains and tasteless meals accompanied by
disappointment, guilt, and remorse. These diets fail for one
common reason: They do not address the underlying malnutrition.
The results are nothing for a patient or a "diet doctor" to be
proud of. Bragging rights come after years of hearing hundreds
of long-term success stories like Cathy Stewart's. I can look
back over my more than 35 years of consistent teachings and say
John and Mary McDougall teach a message that works for a