The very nice and extremely efficient vampires of Kaiser sucked out half my blood on Tuesday to test it for various things, some of which I could even identify. I would like to point out that phlebotomist is one of the best job titles ever; not many words start with phl.
Yesterday I got my results. I am reminded of what my dad used to say: “I don’t need to go to the doctor. He’s just going to tell me to lose weight and quit smoking.” Which is to say, there really weren’t any surprises in the results. I need to lose weight and drink water.
I knew that before I took the test. The habit I am building this month, as I mentioned before, is portion control as I strive to lighten up. The test did not change reality. My reaction, however, was that I needed to change everything about everything I do and eat Right Now.
I don’t. I need to make changes that last. One step at a time. And I am doing my second step by eating less. (Step one, of course, was getting addicted to my bike.)
I need to skip the panic and stick to the change. Wish me luck.