Celebrating my last week three!

Warning:  This post is completely about me.  I’m “writing it down” so I’ll remember and hopefully be motivated.  (or embarrassed)

So, they say when you put it out there, you are held accountable.  So, here goes nothing.  In honor of my very last week 3  (post chemo), I’m setting a goal.   I’m going to try to lose 10 lbs.  I know, I know I’m not trying to move mountains or anything, but it’s a start.  Contrary to popular belief, chemotherapy doesn’t necessarily cause weight loss; especially the chemo drugs used to combat breast cancer.  In fact, my oncology nurse told me that the “going rate” for most of her patients was to gain between 10-15 lbs.  I gained one pound for each of my six treatments, and I was a bit over my “ideal weight” even before beginning chemotherapy.  So I can’t blame it all on chemo!  And with a new year, new start and next week being my first week 4 since September, I’m going for it. Losing weight and eating “better.”  I’m a complete sweet junkie and lover of all savory and fatty foods, so this is huge.

I’ve never really tried to lose weight-just kept fit through YMCA classes and keeping busy all the while eating whatever my heart desires-so this is new.  A lifetime ago, it seems, I was religious about exercise, but MC threw a little wrench into that lifestyle.  Now that her third surgery is over, and my last chemo is over, my body is due a good workout regimen. I have no excuses.  (And I can totally tell that I’m inching closer to a lower metabolism as the years pass on-so this is a good thing.)  I’ll probably fail royaly, but I’ve already been on my dusty treadmill for the past three days.  Yay!  I’ve been setting it on a pre-set alternating run/incline walk for thirty minutes.  I’ll have to admit, in the past it was never a difficult run for me, but the past three runs have been tough.  No pain, no gain.  Right?  I’ve done them, they just weren’t pretty. At all.  On a side note, it’s rather strange to sweat with no hair.  I never thought I was a big “sweater” but I can see tiny beads of sweat on my scalp after I run.  Weird.

So, I’m joining everybody else in America with my new year’s plan (not resolution, because I never follow through with those) to lose weight and get healthy for 2012.   (And probably annoy my mother who complains about all of “those people” who flood the YMCA in January and never show up past February.)

Now if only I can stay away from this site!

Wish me luck!

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