It has been nearly two years since the last time I did a "know your numbers" kind of screening, and once again, there's nothing particularly surprising about the results. The changes are mixed. I weigh a few pounds less, but my cholesterol, while still in the high end of normal, is up a few points. My triglycerides are still too high, though the number is obscured because I didn't fast for the test. As was the case two years ago, my blood pressure and glucose are perfect, and my resting heart rate is exceptionally low. In other words, if I got off my ass and ate a little more broccoli, I'd be an excellent specimen.
The biggest thing to come out of this is that I haven't done much of anything to really change my behavior in two years, and I'm a little pissed at myself for it. I always have an excuse and a reason. There's a pattern in my life like that, where I often know that there are things I should do, but don't out of fear or some other irrational barrier.
The solution is so simple. The triglycerides drop to normal by exercising and backing off on the fries. I mean, I've done it before, and slipped back into old habits. This isn't rocket science.