I don't think I have ever considered myself to be fat; in fact, I know I have never been fat.  However, I have always maintained a healthy lifestyle and exercised at least 3 times a week (usually more) and despite my efforts I have always had a little extra padding that I could never get rid of.

When I found out I had cancer and was going to have to go through chemo (prepare yourself-- this is pretty sick), one of my first thoughts was "I'm finally going to lose that weight that I could never get rid of." 

Six months later and the polls are in: I am 1 of 10 people in the entire history of chemotherapy that actually gained weight instead of lost it. 

It's pretty depressing to have no hair, no eyelashes, a big portacath sticking out of your chest, AND a big butt.   However, I know in the long run it is good that I have kept a good appetite because your body can't heal without nutrients and calories to keep it going. 

So, as I sit here cramming gummi worms into my mouth, I'm thinking that this weight gain has just given me one more thing to look forward to when chemo is over: getting to exercise and control cravings so I can fit into my jeans again!!