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[roxy]

Had my physical yesterday. I feel like a I failed a test, ha! I now have a cholesterol med added to my list of necessary drugs, oy. I have to schedule a stress test because my doctor was more alarmed than I was about a tightness in my chest when I exercise--ie, not sitting semi-comatose, reading porn. So. Not the greatest news, but not the worst. Strangely, I lost a few pounds, no idea how.

This comes at a time when I'm feeling kind of fragile. Not really bad, bad, but the kind of bad where you're tootling along, all whistle and bluebird-on-your-shoulder when something says, "Hey, why are you smiling?" Crash. Fortunately, it doesn't take long at all to blow over. In fact, right now, I'm just hot and crabby. Because here in my house, scientifically designed to thwart cross-breezes or sunlight, it's dark and humid and overly-warm. Like a cave. Or an armpit. More sharing? No? Okay then. ;)

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[fanspired]

I firmly believe that the best way to stay healthy is to avoid going to doctors to find out if there's something wrong with you :P

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!! Right???

:D :D :D

[fufaraw]

fanspired is so right. My PCP keeps pushing colonoscopies and bone density tests and who the hell knows what all, and I just nod and...don't. What's she gonna do, yell? I'm adopted, who knows what my genetic dispositions are? And if some test turns up a tendency or an indicator of some sort, I'm just going to worry myself to death at every burp and hiccup. Checkups, fine. Well-being behavior, yup, that too. But I'm not going spelunking for something else to worry about.

I was surprised, my weight was only up a pound or two, the rest of the numbers only "slightly" elevated. She upped my thyroid meds, but otherwise left everything alone. OH sees her too, and she wants us both to eat veg instead of oatmeal for breakfast--in fact, to cut grains and carbs out as nearly completely as we can, and eat pounds of veg every meal, every day. Now, I can stuff a bunch of celery and kale in the blender three times a day and swill it down. I'm sure not going to waste time and effort chewing it, or tasting it longer than I have to.

There comes a moment when you go--is there a *point* to living without the comfort and enjoyment of at least *some* of your food? I vote moderation. A bit more sparse moderation than we've already been practicing, maybe. But not denying every morsel of goodness in what we eat, either.

I so have to be better about moving--the shortness of breath? Yeah. That shouldn't happen as often as it has been lately. But they don't call me Jabba for nothin'.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm sure not going to waste time and effort chewing it, or tasting it longer than I have to.


LOL!! You crack me up!