Oh, thank fuck. I just found out I have high cholesterol. Doc wants me to control it with diet. I am really happy about this, because now maybe I can get my MIL to stop force-feeding me desserts (which she does because she doesn’t want to eat it alone). She doesn’t understand that I don’t want to eat it, and gets mad when I tell her I’m trying to lose weight, but maybe she’ll understand actual health problems. I mean, seriously, she ran in the grocery store this afternoon to pick up a few things and walked out with two cakes. Two. There are only three people in this house, and two of us are trying to lose weight. And at dinner she always tries to bully me because she wants dessert and she won’t eat it by herself. Shared guilt makes for less guilt, I guess? Anyway, I’ve been dealing with this almost every day for two years, and maybe now she’ll back the fuck off. I doubt it, but I can hope, right?