Thursday, January 02, 2014
Wasting syndrome, imho, is NOT synonymous with being Fashionably Thin ... not even within the New York City limits—unless, of course, you are deranged by fame or wealth (neither of which has happened to ME) ...
I am SO happy, I never got so thin I look like Zoe Saldana on the cover of Manhattan Magazine ... now, it's time to turn that ship of state around ...
[Contrarian opinon Warning:]
Hey, maybe Obamacare is a good thing. Because of all that red tape ad infinitum, I am in between health plans, yet "technically", I am insured through the Small Business Provisions ...
Maybe this will force me to delay my doctor's visit by a few days, skating on that red line of running out of my medications ... what JOY!
Maybe there is time enough to pack on a pound or two!
I am well on my way.
The nutrition specialist at the health food emporium (mail order is SO impersonal) says that I seem to be managing my condition well. The doctor (via the nurse practitioner) gives me the nod. My pilates (and erstwhile yoga) teacher ... well, I guess so ... but SHE (unlike a few others—mostly other younger people), had never been against my body style inthefirstplace!
Blood sugar problems?
It's a matter of not-calorie-restricting quite as much. Still have to do low carb, to the extent it had been fashionable about a decade ago. Nearly Atkins. (Not a joke, friends ...)
I never, ever lost my appetite.