In 1974 "food is the enemy" was my mantra. In true anorexic mode, I was starving. When I ended up in the hospital, crazy as a March hare, my doctor said: "Miss Goin, you can either eat or die." For several days, I pondered the thought. Dying was not an option. I was in my early thirties and there was lots to do and places to see. But as a flight attendant, eating meals was a new experience. My hours at work made regular eating difficult.