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It’s been a few days since I got my test results back from State Farm and found out that, while I’m in no danger of keeling over immediately, there are a handful of tentative red flags couched in the list of numbers and ratios. While my blood pressure remains calm and cool thanks to my mother’s genes, my cholesterol and triglycerides (two words I never thought I’d care about at 27) are high enough to give me pause. I took a long walk on Sunday to think about it and decided that even though I’m not overly concerned with what the numbers on the scale say, I owe it to myself to take care of the ol’ heart and circulatory system.

Today is Day Three of my calorie-counting, nightly-walking existence, and I am ravenous. I tried to ward off the hunger pangs with two clementines (50 calories) and a string cheese (80 calories) but to no avail, so I nuked some leftover stuffed peppers from last night. I have a feeling they’re not going to satiate the beast within for long. I hate having to count up everything I eat each day, but it seems like the only way to force myself to quit nibbling on everything in sight. When I’m 50 and have arteries that look like a 20-year-old’s, I’m sure I’ll thank myself — but for now, I’m going to skulk off to the kitchen and find something else to eat.