When I awoke on the morning of Oct. 17, 2012, the first
thing I was aware of was the pain in both my legs. It wasn’t a pain that kept
me from sleeping, but for the past three weeks, it was the first thing I had
noticed upon waking and walking. On this
morning, the pain was much more intense. Not only did the pain have my
attention, but now I was concerned.
What was causing this pain?
After hobbling into the kitchen and taking a blood pressure
pill, I remembered that the night before I had taken my last cholesterol
capsule. I reached for the empty bottle and started toward the kitchen phone to
call in the refill. It was then that a “light” came on. It was three weeks ago
that I had gone back on my three weeks on and two weeks off schedule of taking
the cholesterol medicine.
I knew that this was
a modified dosage schedule used sometimes for patients who had side effects
from the medication, but I used it because of the cost of the medication which
wasn’t covered by my insurance. It had worked fine in keeping my cholesterol
down, while saving money. I also knew that leg pain was a side effect of the
medication, but for some reason, I had just now made the connection.
What was I going to do? Obviously, the modified dosing
schedule wasn’t an option. Before going on the medication, I had tried a
low-fat diet. All that accomplished was lowering the good cholesterol: the bad
cholesterol never budged. I had tried exercise. I had gone to fitness classes
for years and had even spent a few months working out under a trainer. Under
the trainer’s guidance, I could do 100 jumping jacks, 50 push-ups, 200
crunches, and many other fitness feats, but the lab numbers for cholesterol
never improved. In addition to the low-fat diet and exercise, I had tried other
weight-loss programs with modest and temporal results. The most weight I had
lost was 12 pounds and the longest length of time of keeping it off was about
six months. Losing eight pounds wasn’t that hard, but losing more than that was
hard and keeping it off even harder.
I had to do something. I thought back to the days when my
cholesterol levels were normal. If I could just get back to or even close to
what I weighed then, surely the numbers would change. I remembered that in
those days, most of my exercise came from walking. Walking four miles a day
several days a week. Over the past 15 years or so, I had put on about 40
pounds. I wondered how much I needed to lose to affect the cholesterol numbers.
Obviously, I needed to lose at least half of that.