The title of his message read, "I like your hair" and the body, "that's all"

Could you recieve a funnier facebook message from a stranger? Of course, I took the liberty of looking at his facebook profile. What I found was all sorts of stuff about the blood type diet. The diet, I was entirely interested in.

As unappealing as a diet that had blood in its name was and as little sense as it made to me, I kept on coming back to it. Every night, I read about the diet online, learning more and more and interested in the diet still.

It was a while before I responed to the message but my new friend soon asked me my blood type! I said I thought I was a B and I wanted to learn all about the diet. He said he was certified in it and, even though I don't know how certification per diet measures up, I was in. I knew I wanted to be healthier and I was interested in what it was about, I didn't imagine it would actually help me but, oh, I hoped. For whatever reason, I had lots of faith in my newest friend.

He called me up one night and explained all sorts of things about the diet, of which I didn't understand yet, I had complete faith in already. From what I understood, your body can handle certain foods better than others based on your blood type. He suggested I not eat chicken, tomato, buckwheat, corn and peanuts and I would notice a difference in my health all-around. Done deal.

For a week and a half I avoided said foods and I realized, I felt better. I had more energy, I slept better (dark circles under my eyes even went away!) and my MS symptoms were getting better everyday almost. I felt like, for the first time in over a year, I was on my way to being symptom free. Then I went out of town for ten days and my eating became more careless. It was the worst mistake I'd made.

MS took off like wildfire. Numbness that was on my leg worsened to the point of barely being able to feel it, making it hard to get around. Numbness also spread throughout the left side of my body, torso area and my forehead/scalp. I was dizzy every time I got up, I slept bad, I was always tired. I felt horrible! I went to see my specialist, embarrassingly enough, I sat on the table and started to cry when I described my symptoms to him, "I was doing so good" I kept telling myself.

My doctors had been seriously considering the newest (and most dangerous) drug for me, an immune-suppresant similar to those that cancer patients use. The entire nine months my doctors wanted me to switch, I hardly considered it because of the dangerous nature, I swore I would never let it come to "that".

As my specialist was describing the drug, I looked up at him and told him that day I would never use any of the drugs he was describing. Both my dad and my doctor were surprised at my refusal of the suggested drugs and their idea of a "better way of life" for me but I just couldn't see myself being a slave to any more drugs. It was a risk I willingly took.

I knew the whole time if I started eating according to my diet again, I'd be doing better than I would if I'd been on all those drugs. Because I was doing so good when I tried it out before. I'd been sick for so long, I was a little scared a diet couldn't do the job. But I just wanted to feel better so bad, it overrode all else. It was the hope I wanted, I needed in something that could actually help.

That night I ordered Eat Right 4 Your Type. Best $8 I ever had spent. Thanks, amazon.