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We All Scream for Ice Cream

I had my appointment with the nutritionist at UCSF yesterday. The dismal rainy day should have been an indication of the imminent news I was to receive. Although, I can't lie... I can't say I was very shocked by what the health lady had to say.

In a nutshell (get it... nuts are healthy?!), I was advised that ice cream for breakfast is frowned upon, and I need to trade in my Sour Patch Kids for pomegranate seeds. Actually, I'm fine with pomegranate seeds. They are absolutely delicious in my glasses of prosecco. But I'm not certain that's how she was inferring I should eat them. I didn't clarify this, so I can still play dumb maybe.

Otherwise, I'm doing pretty well with my diet. She wants me to aim for 2,000 calories daily and 60-70 grams of protein. Honestly, these goals seem almost as unattainable as when I was trying to LOSE weight and I had to aim for ONLY 1,300 calories a day. Why is it that this food thing can't just be easy?

I realize that eating healthy and having enough protein will keep my red blood cells up, which will then help my body fight the cancer. I have to be as strong and healthy as I can to win... so of course I will do it. And I may even sneak in ice cream for breakfast now and then just as part of my #ICAN movement of 2018.


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