I gained weight during chemo. The roids gave me horrific puffy face. I remember looking down at my body while enduring the fallout from chemo #4 and thinking that my body had officially gone to shit. At first I thought my fuzzy brain was causing my eyes to play tricks on me, but then I stepped on the scale at my next onco check-up and sure enough. Ten pounds. Ugh. Now that chemo is over, I resolved to drop the weight. Well, my doc sort of instructed me to lose the weight. After all, sans hormones is the new me and apparently those pounds cling to your body for dear life. In a valiant effort to begin, I decided to go to a weight management for breast cancer survivors group at the local hospital. I had seen the flyer at my treatment center and thought it would be a pleasant experience.
So, I go on the first Tuesday of the month (the group meets 1st & 3rd Tuesdays), and I get weighed and meet the group leader. As I am sitting down waiting for group to begin, I look around me and notice I am the youngest person in the room - by far. I mean like 35+ years younger. Talk about feeling a tad out of place. The lesson for the day was about the benefits of eating dark chocolate.... 65% dark or more. I thought if any of these ladies makes a comment about how chocolate is a substitute for sex, I was gonna be outta there. When it was over, the ladies all told me they were glad that I came and they hoped I would continue to come to the group. I told them I would be back. I haven't been back yet. I need to go. I just feel so odd and I wish there was someone there I could relate to. Boo. I'll let you know how it goes.
