This is me at age 15… saying “No, I will NOT pose outdoors in this ridiculous outfit, I am WAY TOO FAT!” I didn’t speak to my future sister-in-law for weeks after she snapped that picture. (Thanks, Laura. I am glad to have it – now!)
Since I had always considered 70 years to be an average life span, this particular upcoming birthday had caused me to reflect on lots of things.
Like the fact that my life was more than likely at least half over already, since I knew that my cholesterol had been seriously elevated for several years., and that heart disease runs in my family.
Attempts to treat my dangerously high cholesterol in the past (triglycerides over 400) with statin medications (Lipitor, now a swear word in my house) had resulted in triglyceride levels of almost 900. I was informed that they couldn’t even measure cholesterol accurately at levels that high, so it was just their best guess. though. And then my previously sane doctor suggested adding another statin medication, Lopid (since the first one had worked so well??) Huh??? 😯
I quit going to that doctor – and I quit taking the medications. I cut calories down to no more than 1000-1200 per day, and exercised regularly, and I shed 25 pounds in five months. Best results ever. But my cholesterol was STILL high, after all that (though slightly improved) and it was just about then that I realized that my quality of life really SUCKED! I began to have an occasional beer or cake/cookie, and BAM! Not only did I gain back all the pounds I lost, I packed on an additional 20 pounds on top of the originals. (Again. This was just the latest repeat of an all-too-familiar pattern. Sound familiar to you, by any chance?)