One topic of conversation with my oncologist was my weight loss since leaving the hospital. It is ironic. I mean, my whole life I have been into fitness and nutrition, vegetarian since my early twenties, but I always had to monitor myself because I could gain weight easily despite the insane amount of activity in my schedule.
After I stopped dancing, I gained some weight. Then, with cancer treatment I gained more and could not lose it. Of course, with my reduced activity after my primary cancer in 2004, it was no surprise to me that I would have trouble even with a careful regimen of eating. Since I left the hospital in December, however, I have lost twenty pounds. I should be happy about this, and on one hand, yes, I am very glad to have lost weight. But, losing that amount in a relatively short time brings some concern. I guess it is either because of the cancer or because I am eating so little—not much more than 300 calories. Even though I am very sedentary, I guess I need a few more calories. Not much appeals to me, though, so I pick at my food and leave most of it behind. Eating leftovers is even less appealing because it seems tasteless and dry. I suppose I need to supplement my meals, with Ensure or some other similar drink.
This afternoon I had Chinese, and tomorrow we will see. I am trying to get an idea of what sounds good to eat right now, and all I can think of is a salad, which is always a favorite for me. So, salad it is.