*This is not a typical silly Suzanne post. Sorry, just keeping it real.
Last week I had bloodwork done per the orders of my Lady Dr. I’d postponed this from August because I was afraid; not only was she checking on the status of my menopause, (still Peri) we needed an updated count on my cholesterol.
Last October (2019) I was bragging that I’d dropped my overall numbers by 27 points over a six month period. Then pandemic; I slacked off big time. I upped my numbers by 41. FORTY ONE!
Why would I share something so personal and embarrassing? I don’t know. A warning perhaps.
I knew I was on a slippery slope when I started baking cookies for no apparent reason, having wine with
lunch dinner, not getting in my cardio as often, ingesting the bacon that the Coach cooks many days of the week, (FYI, his numbers are ALWAYS GOOD!)and generally eating whatever seemed to make me happy at the moment. My weight didn’t get out of control, but apparently my arteries were not appreciating it at all.
Lady Dr. called and gave me the bad news. She said I need to get into my regular Dr. and probably start on medication. I don’t want medication! This hit me hard. I’m down. (but not out yet) I feel like a loser which is ironic since I’m a gainer, not a loser.
I will do anything to not be on medication, so I’ve taken this extremely serious. If it has cholesterol in it, I’m not putting it in my mouth. I did 60-70 minutes of cardio both Saturday and Sunday; I have training three days this week with my fitness coach.
Does high cholesterol run in my family? I really don’t know. My Dad died at 52, (not from heart disease) so I have no clue and my Mom always had higher triglycerides, but I don’t think she had high cholesterol.
Anyone else struggle with this? I look like I’ve got it all together on the outside, but I feel like my insides are a ticking time bomb.