Good morning, everyone — and happy Friday!
First,an update on my test results: as it turns out, the bouncer isn’t doing his job of kicking out the cancer cells. (Bouncer, seriously. DO YOUR JOB.) The rogue elements are still there, but the good news is that it hasn’t progressed. It’s still early-stage and low-grade, so my doctors doubled my dose of progesterone in hopes that the extra hormones will do the trick. I’ll get another procedure done in January to see if it worked, so for now, my fingers are crossed that the extra bombardment of progesterone will get the job done.
I was, not surprisingly, really disappointed when I got the test results back. I’d so hoped that it’d be gone, but since it’s not, I want to do everything possible to help the meds do their job. I did a lot of thinking about this — and by “a lot of thinking,” I mean some serious ruminating. (I’m nothing if not a champion ruminator, y’all. Kinda like this guy, but with fewer canine tendencies and more pro-con lists.)
Since everything started going haywire last spring, I’ve been debating whether or not to go back on Weight Watchers. I originally joined Weight Watchers in January 2012, and I managed to lose over 20 pounds — so between WW and running I was in great shape.
And then this spring, I just…got tired of it. I’d been on it for over a year, and I felt like counting points and planning what I was going to eat a day in advance was getting really old. I also felt like I had a good handle on what I could and couldn’t eat in order to maintain my weight.
As it turns out, though, I was wrong. Wronger than Miley Cyrus’s unfortunate new habit of sticking her tongue out at every photographer within a 50-mile radius. Wronger than the resurgence of 80’s fashion trends. Wronger than texting while
driving a car flying the Space Shuttle.
Between going off WW and a Breaking Bad marathon-induced hiatus from exercise (hey, at the time it seemed imperative that we get totally caught up on ALL THE EPISODES before the final season aired!), I gained all the weight back, plus more, in the span of one month. It’s not like I’d gone from eating celery to gorging on Doritos, either — I just reverted to my old habit of snacking on things like cashews, which I then did while watching hours of Breaking Bad with Brandon.
But still, I fell off the wagon. And thus: four weeks. Thirty pounds. Blamo.
It was shortly after this that things started to go so monstrously awry with my reproductive system, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my rapid weight gain was one of many factors that led to this mayhem. I have no way of knowing that for sure, and there were medication changes that had messed with my hormones too — so there were probably many factors involved and, thus, no way to isolate any one variable.
That said, though, the fact that the rogue elements aren’t gone reignited the “Do I go back on WW or not?” debate.
After thinking about it for a few days, the decision became clear: knowing that 1) endometrial cancer feeds on estrogen, and 2) fat cells produce estrogen like it’s going out of style, I need to restart WW, stat. I need to accept the fact that I’ll be planning out meals and counting points, because the Irish potato famine is embedded in my DNA and, as a result, every fat cell in my body is preparing for apocalyptic and imminent starvation by packing on pounds from every ounce of food I eat.
I might not like having to pay attention to every bit of food that goes into my mouth, but if it can help my chances of kicking this gnarly business to the curb, then it’s worth it. After all, counting points for the rest of my life is a lot more manageable than having to get a hysterectomy.
Soooo, all that is to say that I’m back on the WW bandwagon — and I want to keep myself accountable more publicly this time.
Ergo (I’ve always loved that word), you’ll be hearing about this process from time to time. I’m not going to get all “this is everything I ate today” on you (because sweet baby Jesus that’d be boring), but I will make a few mentions of it just to make sure I stick with the program this time.
And, with all that said, now that I’m cleared to exercise again I’m off to the gym for my first sweat session in over a week. I hope everyone has a wonderful day (insert Friday-induced happy dance here) and a fabulous weekend!