Its the weirdest thing…when, later in life, you discover that everything you have been taught about eating has been fundamentally flawed since you were taught it.

This is exactly what heppened to me as I pondered my miserable condition that one week in March as I lay in bed sick with a virus that I had picked up somewhere along the way.

I remember feeling exhausted. I was sweating, and I was running a pretty high fever (that I never measured).

As I lay there in bed, I remember thinking to myself: “Wow…I really feel weak. I really need to eat something healthy.”

As I lay there, the first thing that popped into my head was a hot bowl of vegetable soup, you know, comfort food for someone with a cold virus of some sort.