I didn't plan on blogging tonight, as we just got back from the Dodger game -- 11 innings and a loss. And it's almost midnight. Ugh.
But I wanted to allay any fears about health problems. I was remiss about reporting back on my bloodwork a few weeks ago.
The results are in.
Save the fact that I am a bit overweight (about 14 pounds, but now it's down to 12 pounds -- I've already lost two pounds since I got the results), I am a model of good health. In fact, my numbers are "textbook," according to the doctor. Amazingly, this includes my cholesterol.
And you guys all know how I eat.
Not only is my cholesterol in good form, but it is in better than good form. My "bad" cholesterol is low, and my "good" cholesterol is high. This is a relief -- nay, a delight -- for someone who enjoys eating so much.
My father has the worst cholesterol, and he doesn't even eat red meat or fatty foods. Yet, despite his ascetic ways, he needs to take Lipitor. My mother, on the hand, snacks all day on strange sweet and salty Asian treats and has awesome numbers.
Thanks, Mommy! Go, good genes!
In celebration of my general good health and to give you something fun to read while I get my act together and jot down my latest food adventures and The Yet to Be Composed Controversial Post, please check out this food review.
I am usually dismayed when one of my fave food critics, S. Irene Virbila, goes on vacation. I look forward to her thoughts and recommendations every Wednesday, and the substitute writer just never does it for me.
Yesterday, however, instead of being disappointed with her pinch hitter, I developed a newfound love for Leslie Brenner.
It was one of the most amusing lambastings of a restaurant I have ever read in a newspaper. (I say "in a newspaper" because food bloggers have much more freedom to really dish it out, so it's not nearly as impressive when a blogger rips a place a new one.) I particularly loved the piece because I, too, detest Gladstone's. Bravo, Brenner!