Although itís not one of my most favorite things to do, I do get a physical exam every year.
It seems they always find something that I need to work on.
Itís similar to when I take my car in for an oil change. They almost always find another issue.
But, itís the right thing to do.
This last trip to the doctor though was a complete shocker.
After my labs came back, I heard something I had never heard before.
I have a dinosaur in my blood.
Thatís right, a dinosaur.
Something called a triglyceride.
Yep, a bonafide stone-age creature in my blood.
Alright, maybe not, but doesnít it sound like one?
The huge triglyceride lumbered toward the T-Rex.
My doctor didnít find it funny at all.
Iíve struggled with my weight off and on for many years.
A few years ago at the urging of a friend of mine I went on the Atkins low carb diet.
It worked. I lost eighty pounds.
However, I began to lose my grip.
I found myself staring with hatred at people in restaurants eating potatoes.
I even convinced my wife to try it, but after two weeks I came home to find her crying.
ďI just want a piece of bread,Ē she sobbed.
No more low carb diet.
Triglycerides is kind of like fat in your blood.
So now, even my blood has a weight problem.
Itís time to try again.
Iíve had lots of exercise equipment throughout the years.
Exercise bikes, elliptical machine, and treadmill.
People would come over to visit and assume I was a fitness freak. What they didnít realize was I usually hung my pants over the treadmill.
It helped them hold a crease.
The treadmill came out again this week.
Itís a looker. State of the art. All the bells and whistles.
It went well until I started pushing buttons.
This thing raised up and kicked into high gear, causing me to run like I was being chased by a triglyceride.
Iím going to try walking the neighborhood instead and watching my diet.
The treadmill will stay up for appearances.
My pants have never looked better.
See you out there.