Every extra pound tells a story.

You can’t blame a cancer survivor for clinging to the Ben & Jerry’s lifeboat
Much of my weight gain came from a misguided attempt to soothe myself with food in the wake of surgery, chemo, and radiation; you can’t blame a cancer survivor for clinging to the Ben & Jerry’s lifeboat. I well knew that estrogen-rich abdominal fat has been linked in some studies to increased risk of breast cancer, but I’d compartmentalized the problem as something to take care of one day when I was “ready,” as if awaiting a sudden sprinkling of low-cal pixie dust, after which everything would be made right.
Every extra pound tells a story.
It’s a story of anger, frustration, old wounds, and carelessness. It’s a story of misguided portions, too-hasty celebrations, bad planning, misplaced optimism. It’s a story of denial.





May 8th, 2009 at 2:13 pm
Everything in moderation… Eat what you like and just balance your diet with some daily exercise.
Enjoy your life…