Whenever my husband goes to the doctor he is told that his cholesterol is high for someone his age. Normally events play out like this:
1. Adam goes to the doctor who gives him a blood-taking form and tells him to come back when he's fasted.
2. A few days later, Adam goes to the doctor's office in the morning before breakfast and feeds the vampires.
3. Adam goes to the doctor to discuss results. The doctor tells him that if he doesn't get his cholesterol lowered he will have to go on medication. He gives him another blood-taking form and tells him to come back in a month or so.
4. Adam continues with his regime of eating whatever he wants and not exercising.
5. A month passes, and Adam does not return to the doctor.
6. A year later, he goes to the doctor and has cholesterol checked again. By this time, the doc has completely forgotten the last visit, and tells Adam to the same thing, gives him a blood-taking form and tells him to come back in a month.
Today Adam went to the doctor to discuss the results of his latest vampire feeding. This time he was determined to avoid possible heart attacks by actually asking for the medicine that our doctor keeps threatening to prescribe. Well guess what? He doesn't need it. Adam's regime of eating whatever he wants and not exercising has finally paid off! His cholesterol is withing acceptable levels. Hooray!
I'm going to go ahead and take credit for this for two reasons,
a) I've been feeding him more salad lately and,
b) (and this is the most important one I think) I instigated a new food budget which involves spending only $100/week on groceries, and (ba ba-da ba) getting Adam to bring his lunch from home instead of eating out.
Now I just have to figure out a new budget that will save money by forcing us to exercise.