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Studying for the blood test
February 3, 2010 - Paul Giannamore
Bless me, Doctor, for I have sinned. It's been nearly two months since my most recent blood test. Or something like that is what I feel like saying to the technicians when they draw my blood sample tomorrow to see if indeed I've lost enough weight to set my fat-infiltrated liver back on the path to righteousness. All I know for sure is this: Since my life-scaring, life-changing warning, accompanied by hard factual evidence of my blood containing a lot of indications of failing health back on Oct. 19, I've lost about 52 pounds. It's been through a combination of exercise at least four days a week in the gym (the exercise guru there says I need at least five) and changing my diet to the point where the thought of certain foods I used to love now makes me sick. For instance, when my wife offered me a sausage patty for breakfast today, I not only reminded her I was studying for a blood test but also that it might just make me spend an hour in the bathroom later. Now, that doesn't mean I'm not going to eat breakfast sausage ever again. But it means I know that when I do, it might just make me not feel so good. I've gotten a lot of encouragement and support and well-meaning commentary about this "diet." It most assuredly is not a DIET. It's a new way of life. I didn't, as I've said before, give up stuff. I've added the right things and found balance. It's a matter of doing what I've got to do to survive, not just losing a few pounds to impress anybody. And, by everything I've read, I've got another 50 pounds I need to lose if I want any hope at all of my insulin resistance reversing and my pancreas and the rest of my body getting back into harmony again. Pass the oats. I want to ace this test.
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