Not that anyone is reading this, she said quasi-bitterly. But anyway.
I saw the doctor. The results were less than stellar. In spite of my having overhauled my eating habits....probably 60%, maybe a bit better, my cholesterol, specifically, my triglycerides, were way up. So I am now taking meds for that, too, that is, when I remember to take it, which is coming out to about every other day.
My blood sugar was lower, though still high. But apparently the downward trend was enough to keep me off diabetes meds and keep me away from a diagnosis of that. So that made me happy.
I lost 19 pounds from Easter. I think that's pretty okay. I haven't weighed myself recently. Why? Don't know. I haven't been as consistent as I was, plus it's been HOT. But--there are clothes that fit now that didn't, and clothes that used to fit that don't now (falling off). I bought a pair of pants--I think they're meant to be capris, but they were regular length on me--with a side zip--in 18 and they fit. So honestly, there I'm fairly satisfied. I'm making progress. It may be slow, but it's progress.
I'm still in pain. Sometimes not bad, sometimes astonishing. I'm coming more and more to terms with the surgery. I needed the time. I'm sort of worrying about what I can do and how I can move afterwards, but I suppose I will find that out.
But yesterday was my foster daughter's birthday. She's married and has kids and lives maybe 10 minutes away. Her birthday dinner of choice has always been lobster, salad, Italian bread and my chocolate layer cake, which is not healthy by any stretch of the imagination but which is everyone's favorite. Her husband said they would have it there, which means that he gets his mother to do it.
So, instead of lobster cooked in the big canning pots, we had "lazy man's lobster"--cold lobster meat. Instead of the light Caesar salad I get (bagged, I'll admit it!) we had bagged iceberg lettuce, with cherry tomatoes, and a sliced cucumber thrown in, and ranch and French dressing. (Okay, Italian too, I'll be fair). Pilsbury crescent rolls, which I know for a fact are fat bombs, and the pinnacle. I don't even know what it's called, but it's strawberries (so far so good), a package of jello and a container of Cool Whip. Yes. I thought--okay, you managed to make strawberries unhealthy without even baking. Trailer park food. Honky food. Am I a snob? Absolutely. Am I repentant? Absolutely not.
Sorry (not really).
