Adapting to a Healthy Heart diet, which greatly limits my old fallback choices of cheese, eggs (with the yolks), and butter, has led to another shift in what I’m eating.
My carbohydrate intake has spiked. It’s bad news if I start to show indications of diabetes.
At least I don’t have to watch my salt levels, for now. That could be another whammy.
But I have decided that if I’m ever given a terminal prognosis, I’m going to go out with a bang. Load up on all that’s been curtailed, maybe start the day with bourbon or bubbly, that sort of thing.
Oh, who am I kidding. By then, I’ll probably have lost my taste for it all. Oh, shucky darn, right?