So my cardiologist appointment is Friday, whet to get blood drawn for my lab work today. Should get my lipid profile back in a couple of days, I'm cautiously optimistic. I know my diet has been pretty good, but I've also read where sometimes the numbers aren't too good when you are losing weight.
Oh yeah, whoever decided that you couldn't drink anything for the 12 hours prior to getting you lab work done, and the lab work requires a urine sample is an ass.
It was a good day, I was another half a pound down this morning and was feeling good, until I got home....
My wife was in so much pain she was crying. She thinks she may have fibromyalgia, or the pain could be caused by the fact that her blood sugar has probably not been under 300 in a year. We were talking and she commented about how slim I was looking and I told her how good I felt. She told me how bad she felt, and that was when I stepped in it.
I suggested to her that she should consider trying this WOE for a week, to see if it would make her feel better. Well, she pretty much came unglued. She went from how disgusting my food was and how bad it smelled when I was cooking, that it made her want to puke all the time, and made my breath stink.
Then she went off about how wrong this diet was and how I was just running away from my food addiction and not learning portion control, and how unfair it was that I could eat all the time and lose weight and should couldn't. She eventually broke down crying that she knew I was going to leave her. I hugged her and told her how much I loved her, and that I would never leave.
She eventually started yelling again and I just walked off. I waited for her to finish preparing her dinner and eating before I cooked my "disgusting" butternut squash and romanesco broccoli.
Speaking of which if you've never had romanesco broccoli, I strongly reccomend it.