I got the results of my numerous blood tests. I’m alive. My liver function is normal. I have high cholesterol. Sweet.
My new doctor tried getting me to take a prescription for Advicor but I declined. One, my insurance doesn’t cover it, and two I’d like to try lowering it naturally first. I dislike throwing medication at everything and had I taken my very first neurologist’s advice and lost weight, I may not be here right now. I, instead, called the guy a jerk and inconsiderate. Actually, he still was a jerk but his recommendation was probably accurate. We shall see how I do. I really want to lose weight and be healthier with my lifestyle. I think the key is making the exercise and food part of your daily routine. Every time I’ve tried to control my diet, it was a chore. Don’t forget this, make sure not to have that, oh lets count this. My goal is to eat things that are obviously not horrible and limit anything that I know sucks for my health. Anybody who owns stock in Wendys, sell sell sell.
Okay, I’m not that bad with fast food, but it’s becoming a more normal part of my life. I think the reason I like fast food and related places is that I hate shopping for food. The drone of going up and down the aisles looking for that coupon item, hitting other carts, and dodging the screaming
money funnels children. But, when it’s done, it’s a good feeling. I think I need to make food fun instead of that chore.
The older I get, the more I realize how often we keep blinders on in our daily lives. We limit our inputs, stick to a certain number of interfaces, and output very little. Okay, that’s the programmer in me. Putting it philosophically, we like to stay in the reality we make for ourselves. Stepping outside that circle is hard, and I think it’s so easy to just fall back in what we think is easy/safe.
I’m blabbering. I think it’s time for my next hit of Dayquil. I hate being sick.