Tag Archives: ketogenic diet

Genesis of new experiences

I recently found rutabagas. Never had one before to the best of my knowledge. It turns out they can be cut like steak fries, tossed in olive oil, garlic salt and parmesan cheese and baked for 35 minutes. They are very good in this preparation. I never would have tried them if I wasn’t livingContinue reading “Genesis of new experiences”

Keto with friends

Chemo sucks, it really, really just plain sucks. My oncologist said that I needed to lose weight in order to reduce my chances of cancer coming back. I certainly don’t want to have to deal with cancer again, and I really don’t want to go through chemo again, it sucks. Doing everything in my powerContinue reading “Keto with friends”

Play today pay tomorrow

Normal daily life. What exactly is normal daily life? I know it when I don’t have it, and don’t necessarily recognize it when I do. During chemo I prayed fervently that this would never become normal. During the normal times I know that I am nowhere near grateful enough. It takes longer for me toContinue reading “Play today pay tomorrow”

Living Ketogenic

Cancer as a symptom of something else. Those were intriguing words to hear. Remember the Copacabana song? I try my best to keep fear at bay– and even away, honestly. Researching and learning help keep the fear away. When my oncologist said that I needed to get within the normal BMI range to reduce myContinue reading “Living Ketogenic”

Target: BMI 24.9

Treatment was over. All pain had ended. Blood work was heading back to normal human status. My oncologist felt this was the time to let me know what I could do to help prevent cancer from returning—get my BMI into the ‘normal’ range and get my waist circumference to fewer than half the inches ofContinue reading “Target: BMI 24.9”

When nothing fits

Breast cancer treatment changes everything about your body. Everything. Every. Thing. First I had surgery. That changed my breasts and torso. I went on the comfort food diet post surgery and prior to chemo, that changed how ‘fluffy’ I was. Next was chemo, that bloated me beyond all recognition. Another surgery to change my upperContinue reading “When nothing fits”