Warning: this post contains far more TMI than most people are accustomed to seeing from me. Feel free to skip over it. I won’t like you any less for not wanting to know any of this stuff.
It contained a lot more TMI before I accidentally deleted all of the TMI bits when I put in the “more” tag. Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely an accident. I might have been subconsciously afraid that I was going to be stoned by a mob of weight loss program devotees. I might have expressed concerns about their being in league with The Dark Powers and as such, always being Happy To Help … eh, whatever. It wasn’t important.
Here’s a shorter version.
I thought my metabolism was screwed up. It isn’t.
I thought I was probably mistaken about how little I was eating. I’m not (yesterday’s test showed that I’m generally under the caloric limits my metabolism can handle. But I haven’t been eating consistently, and I definitely need to drink more water).
I was concerned that my blood sugar might be off. It’s not. My insulin levels are okay too.
My liver chemistry’s not good, though, and definitely not what it should be for someone who only drinks a few glasses of wine every three months. So, I’m getting more tests done on Monday.
And that’s enough TMI for now.