This week has been a bit of a series of "watch Heather get old and fall apart", though I should look at most of it as a kind of preemptive strike, one better done in my early 30s rather than in my late 40s, but still. No fun.
So on the heels of the mild dental surgery came the report from my doctor re: my blood work for cholesterol, glucose, this that and the other - standard drill. It appears (and I sort of knew this anyway but was in a bit of denial) that my dad, lovely man though he is, has bequeathed to me curly hair, a large nose, and crap cholesterol. I'm certainly not in any imminent danger of a heart attack, and my blood pressure was fantastic, so that's something, but it was thoroughly depressing to see the check marks in the 'abnormal' box. I could certainly stand to lose about 10 lbs, and of course everyone needs a goodly amount of exercise in their day, but quite honestly, I just don't eat that poorly, and I really have been trying to cut out my downfall, i.e, dairy deliciousness (read: strong and rich cheeses). However, the numbers are the numbers, and so I have to gird my loins and eat revolting things like oatmeal. Fortunately I do like other things that are 'good' for you like blueberries and grapefruit and walnuts and edamame and such, but ... ew. Oatmeal. Aren't Cheerios supposed to do a similar job? I could handle Cheerios.
I'm trying to look at this never ending bowl of slop and remind myself of my grandfather and his making of 'porridge' every morning when they would stay with us, and the disallowing of sitting to table until your face was washed and teeth were brushed, and I have very fond memories of that but then again - this genetic component came from him, so...bah humbug.
by at May 15, 2008 8:30 AM