Well, I didn’t get much done on the second sleeve, but that was because I didn’t have to wait very long in the doctor’s office, so you won’t hear me complaining.
You won’t hear me complaining at all, in fact. As of last October, I was being threatened with statins, but my lipid profile yesterday was such a thing of beauty that the doctor did not even mention them. He stood gazing at my chart saying, “Beautiful! Beautiful!” Not the reaction that you or I would have to a lipid profile, perhaps, but good news for me. After all, revolutions are built on victories. However much I may believe in lentils and exercise, it is easier to continue to be dedicated to them when I can see results of some kind. Most people can improve their triglycerides and stuff in a matter of weeks if they eat right and exercise, but it took me a year (genes — what can I say?).
The Empress passed a little shop with homemade chocolates in her travels yesterday and brought back chocolate-dipped strawberries for us all, so there is a sense in which I celebrated the success of my healthy eating by eating something unhealthy, but as La Bella points out, no one is always perfect. They were quite delicious, too.
As you know, the food pyramid has changed. You might not know that we are now in the interesting position of having competing pyramids to choose from. Here is the one from Harvard that you can probably see in your doctor’s office. Here is the government site that will tell you, based on your age and activity level, just how many ounces of each thing you should plan to eat each day. The Harvard pyramid is closest to the original “new pyramid” recommendations. However, early reviews of it said that Americans were not going to do it. Daily exercise? Whole grains? Forget it! And indeed, the Wall Street Journal tells us that only 3% of Americans follow those guidelines. So the government wimped out and said to make half your daily grains be whole grains, to make lean protein choices, and to “vary your veggies.” On the other hand, the government site is cute. Take your pick.
Today is the trip to the DMV, and this weekend, #2 daughter comes home from college. We are very excited about this. Still, I realized that an event passed unremarked: my last solitary morning for the year has already happened. Solitude, and the loneliness that goes with it, most often come up in discussions nowadays as a problem of modern life, even a public health problem. But for me solitude is rare enough to be a special opportunity for enjoyment. Having the house to myself for half an hour or so in the mornings during the school year is a treat. It won’t happen again till late August. I’m looking forward to my mornings with the kids, but I wish I had savored that last bit of private time — whenever it was.