Health

Cowgrit wanted me to get my cholesterol checked. She’s concerned about my health because I’m getting older, and my diet is . . . less than good. I don’t feel unhealthy. I get some exercise each day — I can run and jump and climb stuff with my boys. I’m not fat — I can see and touch my feet.

So I had some blood drawn for the tests. I just got back the numbers, and in the words of the nurse at the doctor’s office, “You’re good.” All my numbers — more than just cholesterol — are deep in the healthy range. Ha! My meat and potatoes (and desert) diet isn’t killing me.

My personal gauge of healthiness is whether I can pick Cowgrit up off the floor. When it comes that I can’t lift her up, then I’ll say that one of us has a problem. But with my “over 40” status now, I fear that I’ll be the first to have the problem. I’m more likely to be the one whose body starts failing the lifting test. Maybe I need to tempt her with cake and ice cream more often. Skinny chick.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com