I was all resigned to go on Zocor--with my family history, I just assumed there was no hope at all--but evidentally I'm not all that many points from normal, so the doctor recommended a few pills and to keep doing whatever I'm doing.
...which would be great, if I had any idea what I'm doing. I'm still eating bacon and eggs every morning. I'm still subsisting on fast food and James's rib-sticking put-hair-on-your-chest why-not-add-a-little-more-cream cuisine. The only things that have changed in my diet is the addition of toast (and not wheat toast, either) and the subtraction of my 5-coke-a-day habit down to 2-or-3-cokes-a-week. I am willing to believe that the loss of Coke made a radical difference, mind you. And about once a week I manage to walk a mile. Sometimes.
Against all odds, for a generally sedentary woman, who can see middle age looming on the horizon like a distant mountain range, who couldn't diet if a gun was held to her head, I am pretty healthy. I need to lose ten or fifteen pounds, and I could desperately use some actual muscle tone, but...dude, my cholesterol's going down. Nobody in my family EVER has their cholesterol go down.