Weight Watchers

My dear friend Bob and his wife are taking a cruise. He sends me detailed accounts of the wonderful things they are doing and seeing and experiencing. Best of all are the descriptions of the food feasts they are indulging in. I am gaining weight just reading his delectable accounts!

Seriously, I have been gaining weight. Now that the chemo is done and I am no longer impacted by feeling rotten, the careless eating is catching up. It's not careless, really. It's misguided. I had adopted an attitude of "I might die of this dread disease, so I might as well enjoy myself now because I may not have many days left." A bona fide attitude, at least for a short time.

But now comes the reckoning. I cannot continue gobbling down everything that sounds good to me. Really. I have to eat what is healthy and will get me strong and rebuilt. Of course, that is a bit problematic since my diet tolerance is so touchy. Fiber is a big no-no, so no whole grains, and no raw veggies. I can do cooked fruit and a small amount of cooked veggies, but my body tells me right away if I have overdone it.

So I have focused on junk food carbs. Not wise but they don't upset my system. Last time I was at the doctor's, she said I had gained 3 pounds and I should be judicious about that. And so I knew the time had come to work on it. Sigh. Last time I lost a lot of weight without the help of chemo, I followed Weight Watchers and lost 20 pounds in 10 weeks.

How fortunate that there is a Weight Watchers Group starting up right here at work! And my friend Beth will join if I do. We are going for it. I have every confidence that just becoming more aware of how much I consume will help me stop. Even if I only shed the three pounds, and maintain my overweight, it will be a start. So here goes. Wish me success.