Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Breakfast not at Tiffany's. (I told her NEVER to call me here....)
Himself went to his MARC guinea pig appointment yesterday, and got my peelz. Little tan ovals, that smell like dirty socks. Such a pleasure. I have a one-in-four chance of receiving a placebo (I get the same whatever throughout the trial). On my way home, my face got flaming hot and red. That flush makes me pretty convinced that I have the real thing. (Do not ask on what basis I suspect this. Doom.)
Jeff, my guy at the study, shared some tidbits about my blood work at my behest. My blood sugar level is high. Borderline. *Robot arm flail* Losing more weight will likely fix this. I have lost ten pounds and maintained it for a couple of months, so yesternight I reinstituted the low carb, high protein regimen which works for me. Thirty-eight pounds,and I will be a happy camper. Twenty-five below that, and I will be around my college weight. I may eschew the final stage, a little heft, and my natural stance and walk seems to scream "alpha", and unpleasant people leave me alone. I'm a cross between an ape and Michael Dunn. (My preemie-ness appears to have left me with quasi-dwarfish short legs. Not freaky, but enough...off...to affect my gait. I descend stairs like Doctor Loveless.)
Jeff did not call the ambulance re: my blood sugar, so I am OK to handle this meself for the nonce. The duration of the study is sufficient to allow me to lose weight, and bring the blood sugar under control. If the end bloodwork reveals it as still elevated, we shall resort to more drastic measures, like actually seeing a doc about this. (Note: FLUSH! My face is red and hot. The pill is doing its ineffable thing, plus, I slept through the night without needing to "go".) The weight loss should fix my BP issues as well.
So dinner was chuck steak, grilled. Cheap cut with LOADS of flavor, but Mr. McLeod revealed The Secret: slather a steak with lard. Yes. The relatively lower cooking heat of the lard causes the fat of the steak to fry, imparting an amazing crispness and flavor. Breakfast: leftover steak and two fried eggs. Do NOT freak out over the fat intake. (Picks up a stick of butter and peels it like a banana: "I can eat this. I'm on Atkins!") The biochemical magic of the diet actually lowers triglycerides and such.
Here endeth the symposium on The Health of the Aardvark.