You know how doctors ask you if you have a history of illness or disease in your family? That’s never been a terrifying question for me, mostly because I don’t have to say “Yes” to things like cancer or heart disease. But if you know my family, I don’t exactly come from skinny or healthy stock. I cannot call my parents petite. Not that I can call myself that, either. Well, a few years ago, things got a little scarier on the family health history front because my dad was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. He’s doing just fine (and I’m really proud of him) but I guess I am, as they say, my father’s daughter. While I do not have diabetes, and I am overall in fantastic health, there are a couple tests that came back “high” on my recent work physical. Not dangerously high or anything, though. It’s kind of like having a fever of 101–nothing to to freak out about, just not at the optimum 98 degrees. And although I needn’t freak, I’m still shook up by it. Random Googling has posed many suggestions I am not keen to take, but I’m also not thrilled at the prospects of leaving it unchecked. I just really, really, really don’t like fish. Unless they’re singing “Under the Sea” in The Little Mermaid.