I hate it when the proof is right in front of you, in black and white. There's no hedging. The number was high. Certainly, not as high as it had been in the past and so honestly it felt like a bit of a win. Considering I'd not been regimented as of late, the number was quite palatable. At the same time, I really wanted to get to the bottom of this. Should I be doing more or should I just accept it and move on?
For all intents and purposes, I lead a healthy lifestyle. I exercise. I eat broccoli. What more do you want from me?! I am not perfect, nor do I want to be. (See: Tim Tams in Aisle 12, Fred Meyers.) At the same time, I have young kids to embarrass when they're teenagers and a husband I want to grow old with. Are drugs the answer?
My family has never been one to rely on meds. It's usually been a last resort option and rarely presented as ideal. ("Have a headache? You'll live!") But as my mother has grown older, her physician has recommended statins in increasing urgency. After several years of opting for plant based foods and regular exercise with limited results, she ultimately decided that it was time. And just like that. Problem solved.
Maybe it was time to get a doctor.