Disregarding the current economic climate, however briefly, Nice Hedge Fund hosted a delightful Health and Wellness fair in the big conference room today. The subject line of the email that HR sent around to all employees read: Do you know your BMI number? One unfortunate woman accidentally hit “reply all” before writing back, “Don’t know and don’t want to know either!” and then tried to recall the message. (According to the dude who took these measurements, I have the lowest BMI of all the women tested at Nice Hedge Fund. Nothing like a little body fat analysis to get my competitive juices going!) So D and I headed down there around noon to poke around before our lunches arrived. I expected the same sort of dinky health fair that Overpriced Private University held regularly where the best giveaways were a Bic pen, a condom, and a pamphlet listing the signs of alcoholism. Not so! The stations were surprisingly interesting and varied, from blood pressure testing to Bikram yoga information. I got a Nalgene bottle from a physical therapist, a Crest Spinbrush from a local gym, and tons of good pocket food for cycling. Hooray for free crap at work!
More than a little concerning were the results of my cholesterol test. I consider myself a relatively healthy eater, but it looks like I need to try a bit harder. I say this after inhaling a huge, delicious Rice Krispy treat…maybe I can start being healthier tomorrow. Oh, right, I love cookies. And cake. And ice cream nom nom nom. It’ll be fine! I’ll just buy a box of Cheerios because that’s what television tells me to do for high cholesterol! Or maybe I’ll make an appointment with my real doctor instead relying on the traveling finger-prickers hired by Nice Hedge Fund. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
Tonight is going to be insanity – it’s the first session of a new running class. The spring session is always a bit more crazed than its winter counterpart as everyone signs up for April and May races and then realizes they’re out of shape. And don’t forget about bathing suit season, yikes! I’m counting down the minutes until I can pack up my winter coats and unearth my flip-flops. I’ve never been so certain about my self-diagnosed seasonal affective disorder as this past winter. Everything is coming up roses for me lately – new Life Plan that’s actually coming true, new laser-shooting eyeballs, new friends and crushes – but I feel like I’m staving off celebration until the warm weather arrives. We’re past the midpoint of March, but the forecast reads 37 degrees and rainy for this evening. Come on, Sunshine, I want to have some fun!
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Omg, we had a health fair at my work this summer, too, and my cholesterol was high like whoa!! 245!! According to the tester, I was right up there with the 50 year old stressed out men...and this was when I was running 5 miles + a day and eating relatively healthy.
I got it checked later on and it was down to 200 (still really high!) and I hope falling. I chalk it up to stress, probably for you now too because you're dealing with all of this future stuff ( as I was at the time). But as my tester said, "You better get DE-STRESSED, girl! (she was ghet-to!) and eat yo'self some Cheerios"
I suggest you do the same ;-)
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