(Header is Chris and Carol on ‘signature hole’ of Wailua golf course on Kauai)
Week Thirty and not much has changed. My weight last Friday was 121.0 lbs, which was the low for the week. The high was 123.1 on Monday, and we ended the week at 121.6 lbs. So I guess you could say that was a positive, to end the week 0.6 lbs higher than where we started.
But I will continue to complain that it is difficult to eat when you’re full, it’s uncomfortable to go to bed feeling stuffed to the gills, and it’s disappointing the next morning when you weigh yourself and see that you’ve actually lost a little weight. I will plunge on, however, eating as much as I can, as often as I can.
On a positive note, my dietician said I needed to increase my protein intake, that I was getting too many calories from fat, and I needed to get more from protein. So, I worked on that, and this past week I averaged 93 grams of protein a day, up from 74 grams the first week of January.
I’m still getting the bulk of my calories from fat, and then I saw an article in the Bee a couple of days ago that talked about how prostate cancer cells grow and become more aggressive in a high fat diet. That puts me in a bit of a dilemma…My prostate cancer has been on the back burner during this current ordeal, since it is quite low grade and unlikely to spread…..unless, of course, it finds itself on a high fat diet!! But I will (must) put that out of my mind. I will think positively. Yes!
There’s not much else to report on….we’ve been getting in walks a few times a week, and kicking the soccer ball around at the nearby park. Also doing my PT exercises, twice a day, five times a week, for about an hour each time through. I’m feeling better, feeling stronger, endurance is better. That’s all good. We may go play a few holes this afternoon. I just need some more lbs!
Until next time….here’s a little something to think about..
It Is Complicated
Alive
Breathing without thinking
Heart beating on its own
Organs operating on auto-pilot
All physical systems functioning
Without a close hand on the tiller.
The mind is free to contemplate
Life
And death
And speculate on afterlife
And ponder on how’d we get here
And why.
As the catechism asks and answers
Who made me? God made me.
But God is complicated
He, she, it. Prime mover, ongoing operator,
Distant, disinterested observer,
Or simply a human creation
To provide answers to the why and how.
If that’s the case,
What is the answer to why and how?
It is complicated.
Hi Chris,
We got home from PV yesterday afternoon, and I confess I got lost in the Mexico experience, and neglected to check in with you while gone. Vacations seem to allow me to detach from the world and experience the moment in a way not otherwise possible. That’s my self centered excuse for failing to stay current with you. I apologize.
On the other hand, I have spent the past hour enjoying your book of life, especially the poems. You are exquisitely incisive, ($100 words to make me sound intelligent) and I immediately relate your poems to my own life experience. I don’t know for sure, but I think that is what good poetry is supposed to do. Also, in reading three weeks input successively, I can both sense and feel the positive movement you are making toward recovery. The difficulties you speak of come across as bumps and potholes on the road to wellness.
Re, your comments about seemingly everyone having cancer, I feel it too. I learned on vacation one of my Yoga partners succumbed, and another close friend is starting an unexpected and unwanted extended high dose chemo which is kind of kicking his ass currently. My own colon has been acting up for the past two weeks, and I go see my doc Wednesday to start determining what is going on. The smartest man in this area I have known is my favorite dentist, who a few years back told me the world wide above ground atomic testing in the 50’s is the primary culprit. Both of his kids are oncologists, and Dr. Wickers just seemed to know a lot about everything.
‘Til next week, your friend,
Don
Yes, Don….
I’ve grown so attached to your comments that I definitely missed hearing from you while you were in PV. (By the by..We will be heading to Sayulita near the end of October, then maybe a few days in San Pancho (San Francisco), just a few miles from Sayulita).
You always have something positive to say, as well as a few nuggets of pertinent info. I appreciate your thoughts.
By the way, that dim sum lunch was outstanding. I look forward to an encore with you and Ruthie.
Mr G’s –
While you sound a bit discoursged at times on the weight front, we are gratified to see a gradual improving trend showing through in your posts the last couple of weeks. I’ve been anxiously awaiting an indication that you are out on the golf course again and – at last – it has happened! And the 123.1 weight number sounded very encouraging even though it dropped back down a bit. If I’ve been reading carefully enough, I’m thinking the 123.1 is the highest you’ve reached since surgery!
Thanks again for sharing so much with us – your personal observations and thoughts as well as all the details of the “process” you’ve been going through. All in major league narrative, prose, and poetry! You’ve making us all stronger, appreciative, and better prepared for life’s curve balls that we will all encounter eventually in one form or another. (I never could hit the curve ball!). Highest regards, best possible wishes and positive thoughts form Mrs B’s and me!
Mr B’s
The answer to your question, “ It is what it is”. 1 hard boiled egg has 6 grams of protein.Tuna packs from Costco 18 grams.Whey 24 grams per scoop.Vodka——- no fat!
Hmmmm…I think you have recommended an ‘all vodka’ diet before.