My Fanciful Accounts

It was June. For the third year in a row,  the cholesterol level was high.

Doctor doesn't want to prescribe actions. Doctor wants to prescribe statins. 
That was no place for a prescription shy me.
So I searched around for a diet I could live with.
Paid big bucks to learn what 1200 calories on a plate looked like. 
Learned to eat often.  Learned to eat less.
Found I loved all those veggies. Found I could manage low fat.
Shopped with menu plans in hand. Realized that while fresh was best, frozen wouldn't rot.
Mastered the art of jar salads. Hell, I even started a trend.
Fifty-two pounds gone, and a few clothes sizes as well.
Six months later, time to figure out how to re-sculpt the sag.
Winter was harsh, shoveled mounds of snow.
Walked then ran on the treadmill until I couldn't stand.
One year later, I have come so far. 
Logged near 700 miles. Lifted weights till I cried.
But, have maintained my weight loss. I have much less sag.
Cholesterol still elevated, but much less so. Triglycerides are really, really low. 
Doctor still talking statins. Really? I don't think so.