. I’m proud of my vitals the way some people are proud of their house plants or plank holds. My blood pressure is always low, my BMI is always optimal, and my cholesterol’s are a thing to be marveled at. So, imagine my surprise, as I’m sitting smugly waiting for the nurse to read my results, and he says my triglyceride level is 416 mg/dL. He breezed past this detail as if he was commenting on the weather. Excuse me, sir?
. (For reference, that same triglyceride level was 46 mg/dL in July.)
. I blame the fried chicken - goat cheese - hot dog(s) - champagne - zinfandel’s - candied pecans from the past weekend.
. It is only coincidence (but fitting) that dinner tonight is a very heart-healthy meal of roasted salmon and asparagus.
. But I cannot resist stopping for cheese and wine on the way home. Risk factors aside, I have cravings that shan’t be ignored.
. I find a Humboldt Fog goat cheese from Cypress Grove in the “odds n ends” cheese basket. The line of vegetal ash through the middle looks like art.
. The wine is a rosé from Argentina. Malbec grapes. Tart, with notes of grapefruit and strawberries.
. Deadpool 2 makes me laugh so hard. Yes, this is my second time watching it and no, I am not ashamed.
. Weird, secret sex lips.