A little over two weeks ago, The Husband and I had our annual physical exam as part of our HMO coverage. Well, I’m not going to die anytime soon it seems, but it did have some rather interesting findings. For one thing, I may actually be male (har har). For another, my blood sugar is pretty high. The latter is a wee bit worrying because my family history on both sides is ripe with diabetics, so I’m naturally predisposed.
Obviously, I’ve been advised to cut down on sweets and fat. Personally, I think an early death is preferable, but that’s just me. And so I am currently making a conscious effort of cutting back on the finer things in life.
It’s not making me as miserable as I thought I would be, surprisingly enough. I haven’t completely deprived myself of sweets just yet, but I am exercising moderation. For example, I realized that eating a chocolate bar every night during movie time was actually making me go off some of my favorite chocolates (gasp!). So now I take sweets (cakes and candy cigars, included) not because THEY’RE THERE and I CAN, but only because I feel like it. Which, by the way, is turning out to be not as often as I initially thought. I like to think that’s making a difference.
The fatty things, on the other hand, is a lot more tricky. I’m Filipino, damnit, and we like our pork! That, and I know how to cook little else, so it’s been a bit of a challenge. This is really one reason why The Husband is so eager to move abroad. There is no lechon where we’re going.
How do I live without you?
I’ve also been told to exercise, and this has got to be the worst part of my health plan. I don’t know what I hate more – moving around, or sweating. I’ve been doing my best, but I can’t say that I’m happy about it. It doesn’t help that it’s still so goddamned hot and all I want to do most days is lie on my back with nary a stitch on.
When I was in Europe, I walked everywhere and loved it. I never complained that my feet and legs hurt because I simply didn’t mind. As a result, I lost quite a lot of weight while I was there. I think nonstop walking in a pretty place is one exercise I can live with, so I am very much looking forward to living in a city where I can walk comfortably and actually enjoy it. Hell, I might even run.