No Days Off

Even in gorgeous Waikiki Beach, your devoted cancer warrior is still focused on getting stronger and fitter than ever. When you're fighting cancer, and you are from the moment you're diagnosed for the rest of your life regardless of how long you've been a survivor, there are no days off.

After spending some time working on my charity basketball tournament and eating breakfast (a vegan protein bar and some oatmeal), I grabbed my iPod and headed for the gym. My mom jumped at the chance to join me, and Will joined too, although I wouldn't say he jumped at the chance.

I put myself through a pretty solid workout - focusing on back, chest, and shoulders for my lifting regimen, then following that with 25 burpees as fast as I could (I was faster than I thought I'd be) and then figured "oh why not?" and worked on my hamstrings and quads as well. By the end of it, I was only sweating a little bit, but given how little I sweat (my trainers know all about this since I taunt them endlessly after workouts about not pushing me hard enough), that means I put in some good work. I know I'll be drinking a little bit on the trip (strictly red wine and maybe a mimosa) and I'm sure I'll have some fries here and there, so I need to keep my body in check and happy with some challenging workouts.

Speaking of food, so far it's been a breeze and quite yummy. I had an incredibly delicious portabello mushroom sandwich yesterday (with some of the mango BBQ sauce normally used on their ribs) and some waffle fries. For lunch just now, I had a pineapple/strawberry smoothie (with no milk in it, of course) and some of a cheeseless mushroom pizza. See what I mean about needing the workouts? I'm not exactly dieting here.

Now I'm soaking up the sun in my lovely new bikini and a nice little layer of sunscreen. I feel like skin cancer sees what an a**-whoopin' I gave colon cancer and will stay far away from me but, as I said, vigilance is key. Even in Paradise.