I'm a potato

"Po-Taaay-Toe" (a la LOTR)

I am what I eat. I'm mostly carbs. Simple sugars. The grains of hell. I like veggies. I like fruits. I have a problem with produce in my home. I usually end up throwing it out before I eat it. I always have intentions for my purchases, but somehow they start to get icky before I ever consume them. I want an apple today, but I may not want apples after today. Maybe I need to take a daily trip to the supermarket. Stocking my fridge with healthy foods isn't the answer. The answer is carefully planned meals. The real answer is exercise. Like, um, running. I'm supposed to be training for this 5K but I'm needing some support. No one wants to run with me. I thought my husband was on board and was putting together a team. Nope.

Thanks to a guest speaker at Nick's medical school, I now know where I need to go and what I need to do to get tested to see if I'm a carrier for MPS I. I need to make some phone calls to see if any genetic testing centers will accept my insurance. If I can find one, I'll need to go and talk to a genetic counselor, I suppose. This has to be done. I have to know.