Keep Doing Whatever You're Doing

I had my GI consult appointment today. The doc seemed fairly unconcerned by my situation. That said, she ordered a bunch of lab work, set me up for hepatitis A and B vaccines (because I don't seem to have immunity) and a fibroscan (which measures the amount of scarring/liver damage) for later in the week, and told me to keep my appointment with the weight management clinic scheduled for next week.

Given preliminary blood results and my physical exam, she believes I have little permanent damage. Whatever I've been doing in the past month, it seems to be working, so keep doing it, she said. And the numbers don't lie.

In one month, the bad numbers plummeted and the good ones went up. I cannot remember a time when my overall cholesterol was under 200. The statin helps, but I'd say clean eating and consistent cardio have more to do with it.

So no, I'm not dying. I also do not have clotting issues or Celiac disease. I may have iron deficiency anemia, but we have to collect more data. In the meantime, I'm going to admire my numbers, eat my salad, and hop back on the elliptical.

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