It got easier, then harder, then easier. Guess I'm still approaching the acceptance phase. LOL
My friends' support has been a mixed bag. Their approach varies between three opinions:
1. Genetics don't matter,
2. You don't need to worry about it, you are the healthiest living person I know, and
3. Just pray about it.
They mean well.
But, that is what happens when you hail from "the South." Needless to say, from my results, they have ALL decided NOT to test. (Most people I grew up with consider a life that excludes meat and includes exercise, unlivable.)
It got harder because I did further testing. From the results of that, it is clear that my family comes from a lineage of people that Darwin would be shocked didn't die before procreating.
I did cut out all BUT naturally-existing-in-the-fruit sugar and flour (only eat bread-ish products made of "sprouted whole grain," now). I have dropped 11 lbs. Probably have about 5-10 more to lose, before I am rid of most of the dreaded visceral fat. On the bright side, I am destined to look better in a bikini at 53 than I did at 40.
Thanks for the encouragement on the exercise. I cheat. I took a job 2 years ago that is outside, and requires walking. The plan was that I would get paid to exercise (instead of having to go to the gym after work) and get to go home and eat cookies. Well, the cookie plan didn't pan out.
I assume it is all for the better. I had the genes, anyway. Finding out just made me a less at-risk version of me, I guess. You know what they say, "All things work together for good." We will see....