A Funny Story

Before my saga began, I had been part of an early morning exercise group down at the church.  I'd get up about 5:00 am to get down to the church for about 45 minutes.  This was three morning a week, starting on October.  The early hour meant that I really did not have to alter my day very much.  I would get home about the time I normally got up to get going for the day.

I joined this group because I knew I needed to lose weight.  I could not motivate myself to get on the treadmill downstairs.  I'd walk to and from work (a mile each way), if I did not have a nasty-grade hill to walk up to get to my house.

I was a regular part of the group until mid-January, when I had a cyst on my back become sore.  I did not want it to become infected because by that time I knew I had cancer and that my surgery was scheduled for the end of the month, after my surgeon got back from vacation. In the weeks that I went, the activity itself helped me lose about 12#, no change to my eating habits.  That was encouraging to me.

My cyst did become infected.  Its treatment caused my surgery to be postponed twice.  I did not return to morning exercise time.  That was the end of my attempts to lose weight, but I was thinking that I might resume that, once life got back to normal.

I had my surgery, followed by recovery time.  In the meantime, I was told that my pathology reports showed that I needed to have chemo and radiation.  In preparation for that, I had to have some tests done:  bone scan, bone density test, EKG, and a CT scan.  When I hopped on the scales to be weighed before I had the bone density test, I noticed I had lost eight more pounds.  I thought to myself, How can this be?  I have been relatively inactive for two months.  How could I have lost eight more pounds?

Then it dawned on me. 

After I got back to the house, I looked for the copy of my pathology report because I was sure I could find the information I needed there . . . I thought I had seen it.  All I needed to do was find some numbers and then convert them from grams to pounds.  Online I found a conversion table and plugged in the values.  The conversion came to about eight pounds.  I had literally lost those pounds on the surgical table. 

Now I knew how it was that I lost weight in spite of my inactivity! 

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