It’s March and the Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for providing space for writers.
I went to the doctor today about my recent blood draw and my frustration regarding my BMI (Body Mass Index). Maybe it was the recent news of the sudden death of a colleague a year older than me that had me a bit concerned and the fact that the tests weren’t already in my online chart which was odd.
And of course, the blood pressure wasn’t cooperating (not that it’s high but I usually run low). And then you are greeted with the scale to hop on and off and your weight has found another pound since you weighed when you woke.
I love my primary care person. I’ve been with her for about fifteen years. So she really knows me and gets me. And she knows I have struggled with my BMI and cholesterol for years.
It comes down to genetics. I belong to WW, I tried to exercise and make my step goal everyday. But as she said, sometimes our bodies have a weight set point and the body doesn’t want to budge.
“Do you trust me?” She asked regarding the statins. “You are at high risk.”
I do trust her as I do my naturopath (who’s also awesome) had told me that low dosage statins was an option. So later today, I’m picking up a prescription.
I left reflecting on this at 66. I am pretty proud that I was able to put off statins for a good ten to fifteen years.
- Eat fairly well, not a lot of meat, upping my eating fish game, green leafy veggies, and not a lot of empty calories.
- Have an awareness of my weight and go to WW every week.
- Track my food.
- Get exercise in.
And yet that pesky DNA. It makes a difference. My hubs on the other hand, eats whatever (and not all healthy), doesn’t workout and his risk is lower. Genetics.