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The last Big Mac
Jun 12, 2008 A couple of weeks ago I complained about the cholesterol test my doctor made me endure; which she completed with a smile after I endured twelve hours of fasting, the wait in the lab and finally, the stick with the needle. After which she shook my hand, wished me luck in California all the while repeating; this will be so good for your depression and then kicked me out of her office. I hate that damn cheery Asian woman. I hate that she knew and remembered everything about me including where I got that scar on the inside of my thigh after she bribed me with anti-depressants in exchange that I give up a PAP smear. Damn evil genius!
Yesterday I received my results in the mail. As feared, I have very high bad cholesterol and very high good cholesterol. As I read the results she wrote next to them in her scribbled, doctor, cheerful handwriting; “Lose 15 pounds, lay off the cheese and you’ll be fine.” Then she signed it with a happy face and, “Good luck in California!”
Yesterday I ate my last Big Mac. I don’t usually eat them but I decided that I will enjoy the last great fat festival in style. My 300 cholesterol count needs to come down; my weight needs to come down and we’re going to do it with healthy eating and good exercise.
In the same spirit my daughter received an email last night from her dad. I read it over her shoulder.
“Dear Puddin, I hope you’re as excited as I am about you coming to live with me. With you and Mr. Bug and Luna here I will have everything a man could want.”
Then I cried and blamed it on the Big Mac.
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Reader Comments (11)
Eating properly doesn't have to be painful. You must make broccoli your friend! Plus, if you behave most of the time, ice cream makes a wonderful reward...
Please don't forget us up here in the frozen tundra of the north.
It's easy to do ;o)