Cancer Belly

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this week and what I beheld caused me to snicker and point. I have a marsupial pouch protruding over my pants. It almost looks fake. I would be a little self-conscious about it normally, but it is large enough now for me to actually be proud of it. It is my precious. The really interesting fact about my belly is that it has not required me to get larger pants, my belly just enlarges above my waste line, leaving the normal 34". After I get an official weight of over 200 lbs I am going to start eating right and losing it again.

I've been jumping a little bit and moving around while coaching. I am realizing that it is going to take a while to rehabilitate my hip because my hip does hurt if I don't rest it. Part of it is surely muscle fatigue, but I do think the bone is a little messed up. I have a little bit of a cough today, and that is not good, because today is the beginning of my nadir point (the 10-14 days of low wbc's). I do not feel sick though, so I think I'm good to go. I do, however, feel like Jabba the Hut. I was telling the other coaches that at my camp that I am running. I end up having to sit there and have everyone else do the coaching, all while I am propping my fat-self on my chair.