Strong is the new Beautiful

Taking a few minutes away from my crazy job to write a quick post. I'm days away from my three month scan and scared. I doubt I will be doing much sleeping because I'm worried about the outcome. It never gets any easier to get my MRI and to go into the hospital. In my head, I've been trying to tell myself that the doctor's visit this week is just go see if my arm is still broken. In my heart, I know it's a real check-up. It's something that could change my life.

In the meantime, I've been on this get healthy diet. Here's a quick recap of my time post-chemo.

• Week 1: No work, sleep and prep for the Dead Fred Party
• Week 2-3: Dead Fred clean-up and prep for going back to work
• Begin eating like a mad woman
• Week 4-5: Return to work -- bask in the newness of coming back.
• Continue eating like a mad woman
• Week 6-8: Ramp up and dive into work. Feel overwhelmed
• Realize mad-woman eating has made me gain 4 lbs. Laugh and continue eating
• Week 7: Work becomes manageable again
• Realize mad woman eating has now made me gain 6 lbs. Start to think about working out
• Week 8: Officially work out but continue eating like I've never seen food
• Week 9: Realize I've gained 8lbs in 9 weeks and that working out with a broken arm is not balancing out the food. Start diet
• Make zero progress
• Week 10: Diet started and working out started. Go INSANE to try to lose weight.
• Finally not gaining any weight. Well, at least it's not a gain?
• Week 11: Work out 5x a week and aim to loose some weight. Vacation is in 3 weeks
• Insanity has netted me 0.5lbs in weight lose. Is something wrong?
• Week 12: MRI and X-Ray for broken arm. One week until vacation. Guess I'm going to look like a beached whale. I fully intend to gain all the weight I lost. Oh wait, it's only 0.5lbs.

My journey to normal life has been interesting to say the least. I'm trying to lose about 7-10 lbs which is going poorly. My friend told me that stong is the new beautiful. I've been thinking abotu that often. I don't regret gaining the weight. Food has never tasted so delicious. I just wish that it would come off so my clothes start fitting again. In the meantime, I'm dealing with it because life is too precious.