So Close I Can Taste It

One of the toughest things for me to deal with post-op is being barred from hitting the gym. Of course, this is the smart thing to do given the size of my incision and the massive amount of healing that my body has had to do over the last 7 weeks. But it's been a way of being that I've had to get used to. I've seen my muscular and substantial self turn into this practically skinny girl I've never seen in my adult life. I've felt my heart start pounding after a couple dozen stairs when it never would have dared to be taxed before. And my energy levels, while still higher than the average bear, can't compete with the athlete version of WunderGlo.

But my green light for all physical activities is just days away, it seems. My two remaining wounds along my incision line are almost closed, and that spells freedom.

In preparation, I've ramped up on my walking (which I still regard as the most boring exercise ever). Even though I was feeling a little chemo-gross a couple of days ago, I walked all around Santa Monica. The next day, I hit the Echo Park Lake. And yesterday, I took a stroll in my parents' neighborhood in Burbank.

When I'm officially allowed to do whatever I want with this body of mine, it's on. Weight lifting, swimming, basketball, spinning, yoga (don't laugh at me), and kickboxing. I plan to get into serious athlete shape, and maintain it for the rest of my life. Physical fitness is one of the keys to survival and showing "the cancer" that it has no place in my bag o' bones. So prepare yourself, dear readers. WunderGlo is going to transform her body -- and, along with it, her life -- very, very soon.