Snack Attack

I'm a snacker. I'd rather snack all day than eat a meal. My precious grand-daughter is like that. 5 minutes after eating a meal, she's asking for a snack. We should all have her metabolism!

Crappy cancer has changed my eating habits. My appetite is far diminished from normal, so there's not a lot of cooking happening right now.

I'm supposed to eat healthy and cut out sugar and carbohydrates, which feed cancer. "Colorful" foods describe it best.

Now I really do like these food choices, but I also love chocolate and ice-cream. If they are colorful ice cream does that count?

Antioxidants are cancer fighters. I'm not going to go into the scientific explanation of what antioxidants do and why we need them because I'm sure you don't care. Unless you have crappy cancer. Then you care. Because cancer lurks somewhere in our bodies ready to come back again. We don't ever "cure" cancer. We merely put it in remission for a time. 

So as a "cancer survivor" of cervical and now crappy breast cancer, I dang sure want to give my body every chance of fighting off a third bout of this dumb crappy disease.

I most likely am facing another surgery to remove my ovaries. (Oophorectomy) Sounds weird, huh? Like it's an "oops" mistake. Wishing now that I would have insisted they come out in 1983 when I had my hysterectomy. I probably wouldn't be dealing with crappy cancer now, since ovaries put off estrogen and my lumps were estrogen positive. Hindsight and all that!

So I'm eating lots of colorful foods, avoiding sugar and carbs as well as red meat. I'm starving to death! But hey, maybe I'll lose some weight! That's it Charlotte, let's look on the bright side. Repeat after me: Food is only fuel for the body. Food is only fuel for the body. Food is only fuel for the body. . . . .