Oh Waffles thou art with me, thy butter and thy syrup, they comfort me

Okay, let's just get right down to it. Have you seen Carrot Top lately? When Carrot Top is roided up like this, it makes me think it's time for me to do something about this weight gain.
TodayI made three waffles, one for the dog, one for me, and one for my new set of hips; I ate right before the old Interferon, which I've started taking earlier in the day (4:20) in order to sleep through side effects. Plus, it's helped with appetite, which, I'm not sure, but may be a good thing. However, we're officially building on to the apartment for my a## now.
Went to the Y today, and tried to work out because I figured I just couldn't take this look any longer. I've got more chins than China. Janet Jackson has nothing on me. (Isn't chemo supposed to make you lose weight?) So, this is the second time I've worked out in the last year, and both times didn't exactly work out too well. The first time was 7 months ago, and I was in bed for 3 days straight afterward. Since then, I just figured the muscle pain and joint pain was too much, so I've just been walking a little, and I mean very little.
So, the Y. I got an email from a fellow chemo-er suggesting I try riding a bike instead of running, because it's lower impact. And I felt better than I have in a long time (maybe it was the 2 Vicodin) but I thought maybe an elliptical runner would be a good idea. Two minutes in, I was having chest pains, and about 30 seconds later the machine shut down, saying "Your heart rate is too high." I switched machines, thinking I could outsmart the little sucker, and again the machines shut me down every 30 seconds after that. I eventually got 15 minutes of running in by moving to a machine without a HR monitor on it. Yeah, probably not the smartest thing I've ever done, by far. Again, we'll blame the Vitamin V on that, as inaccurate as it is. And, get this, I barely made one mile in 15 minutes. A year ago, I could've run a mile in 15 minutes with just one leg. I could've hopscotched a mile in 15 minutes. I could've done it with Carrot Top on my back (old Carrot Top, not roidy Carrot Top).
Oh well, I guess it's just another motivator to get this chemo over with and get back into old habits. I'm looking forward to it. Today the rash is a little worse than usual, and I've got some pretty serious lymphadema. It hurts more than it usually does, but I'm guessing it's just from more swelling than typical. I'm eating ice like a freakin eskimo- my guess is that I'm probably anemic, because ice always tastes so good when my numbers are low. I don't feel bad, though, and I guess the workout was at least worth a try. Soon I'll be back in the old saddle, feeling fit as a fiddle. And hey, double chins aren't THAT bad. It could be worse. :) Right?