She sleeps with the heat turned on in her room.

She complains all day of cold when not complaining of other things.

She puts such a strain on her stomach that it takes all of her vitality to look after her food; therefore she has no vitality left with which to resist the cold.

Of course she resists the idea of a good brisk walk in the fresh air, and yet, if she took the walk and enjoyed it, it would start up her circulation, give her blood more oxygen, and help her stomach to go through all its useless labor better.
When a woman disobeys all the laws of nervous health how can she expect not to have her nerves rebel?
Nerves in themselves are exquisitely sensitive--with a direct tendency toward health.
"Don't give me such unnecessary work," the stomach cries.

"Don't stuff me full of the wrong things.