Breast Cancer Survivors - What Does Losing Weight Mean?

Yo-yo dieting. Can you identify? For breast cancerSo I decided in early June to do what millions of
survivors it's a double entendre.Americans try to do each year: lose weight. This time
My weight has flip-flopped for many years, longit would not be a diet, but a so-called lifestyle change.
before receiving my first breast cancer diagnosis. NotI had already attempted such a feat in 1999 because
that I was very heavy to begin with, or gained hugeI developed lymphedema, a swelling condition
amounts of weight. I'm talking about that extraworsened by weight gain. The weight came off and
pesky 15-20 pounds around the stomach on my 5'7"stayed off for six months. I thought I had it licked.
frame.Wasn't a habit formed in three weeks?
Much of that weight gain is due to compulsiveAlas, the weight started coming on again, little by
overeating, a binge disorder with which I havelittle, as I snacked a bit here, a bit there. I stopped
struggled since teenage years. My mother wouldavoiding buffets and church potlucks. I resumed
chide me at sixteen for eating a quart of ice creamwalking the candy aisles of the drugstores and
when I got home from school, when dinner would besupermarkets in search of sale items to put in my
in two hours. And when I received three Eastersecret storage drawer next to my computer. How
baskets every year, I wouldn't just bite off thecould I give up my comfort food, my emotional
chocolate bunny's ears. I'd ingest the whole thingeating fix?  I found myself back to where I was:
along with a few marshmallow eggs for good 20 pounds heavier with an arm swollen with
measure an hour before a meal.lymphedema.
Things only became worse when I got married andBut 2010 is going to be different. In three months I
had kids. The boys always had sweets in the house,have lost over 17 pounds. My not-so-private secret?
so Stealth Mom would grab a stash of cookies or aConsciously eating more fruits and vegetables and
quart of ice cream on her way upstairs to heravoiding any kind of sweet snack or dessert.
computer. I even stole candy from my sons' rooms,Journaling my eating patterns and weighing twice a
always promising myself that I would replenish theirweek also helps. I only eat three meals a day,
supplies. I'd also gulp down chocolate chips-intendedchoosing whole grains and small portions.
only for cookie dough-straight from the bag in whichPeople have started to notice my weight loss, even
they came.though it doesn't show dramatically on my body.
I thought my diagnosis of breast cancer, theYoung adults and baby boomers have complimented
estrogen-receptor-positive kind, would put a stop tome, and my husband thanked me. I was thrilled to
bingeing on high-fat goodies. Because estrogen isget visible results and enjoy better-fitting clothes. To
made by fat cells. I needed to reduce my fat intakego with my new figure I bought new skinny-jean
to quell any cancer cells that might lurk in my body.leggings.
My weight zoomed up during chemo treatment, asBut then the inevitable happened. A senior asked me
does the weight of most breast cancer survivors,if I was all right.
but I got it under control soon after chemo ended"Yes, I am fine. Why do you ask?" I ventured.
by resuming my exercise regimen."Well, I noticed you lost some weight."
At least until I received a second diagnosis of breast"Yes, I did. And it's a good thing." I wanted to sound
cancer at 52.convincing, but wasn't sure if I was getting across to
The pathology of this second tumor warranted thethis concerned lady.
"big-guns" chemo that made me gain about 15"Is it? I just hope it's not your cancer."
pounds. The added baggage proved hard to shed thisWell, this comment burst my bubble. I expected
time as menopause sank in and age crept up on me.someone to make this observation eventually, as
I believed, however, that my secret snacking couldweight loss in a cancer survivor could be serious,
continue because I was taking a dailycould mean wasting away. But I was hurt that this
estrogen-depleting medicine Arimidex to ward off awoman thought I would not tell her if I had a cancer
recurrence. Surely this medicine would attack anyrecurrence. Of course, I would tell everyone who
estrogen produced by my fat cells. But I couldn't helpwould listen so more prayers would go heavenward.
reading those articles reporting a higher risk ofThen I remembered that this poor soul had lost her
recurrence in overweight and obese women. Was Ihusband to cancer. That explained everything to me,
considered overweight? Not according to my bodyand increased my compassion for caregivers and
mass index and the standard medical charts. Still, mywidows of cancer patients.
clothes were feeling tighter and tighter, not only onAs a breast cancer survivor I advise eating right to
the bottom, but on the top. Now was the time eitherimprove one's health, and exercising if appropriate. As
to clean out my wardrobe of all the size-8 jeans andI am not a doctor, I strongly suggest asking an
other accoutrements that went with the slenderoncologist about the advisability of weight loss for an
figure, or actually try to reduce.individual patient, especially if osteoporosis or anorexia
In March 2010 I discontinued the Arimidex. Theis a possibility. And if the weight loss is involuntary, a
doctor said I had taken it long enough. At that point Icancer survivor should definitely seek medical help.
realized I needed to get rid of all extra poundage. II'm happy with my new weight and hope to maintain
no longer had my prescription crutch to lean on. Plus,it for life. Binge eating did not suit me nor my size-8
I wasn't sure if my husband was so thrilled anymorepantsuits. Yo-yo's are out, bon-bons are out, but
with the way I looked. I wasn't flabby, but neitherpom-poms are in. I'm cheering for patients and
was I svelte as in the days of yore.survivors to get into the groove of healthful living.
Something had to be done.