Before cancer I weighed close to 200 pounds. This morning I was 164. The last time my weight was in this ballpark I was worried about the SATs.
When people look at me they’re astounded I had cancer. I’m slim and trim with good color. By my own admission I am the least cancery cancer patient ever!
The problem is last week I weighed 168. We went to Vegas where I ate like a human. It wasn’t enough. I need to be grazing all my waking hours to maintain my weight.
I know why. First, the distance between my mouth and tush was surgically shortened by the Whipple surgery. Food spends less time in me and I receive less nutritional benefit.
Second, I am the proverbial greased goose. ‘Nuff said.
Think of it this way. I’ve been given a license to eat anything, any quantity, any time and not gain weight! And they say cancer has no upside.
All this can be fixed pretty easily with medications like Creon, which I’m about to try. However, there’s something to be said about staying thin.
See, guys worry too.