When I took on my first bet, it was all about getting in shape to ride and, yes, to look better. I wanted to look and feel healthy and all that, but I can admit to myself--and you--that I wasn't sure how far I'd go, how long my motivation would last. 

Then the Cancer. That changed everything for me. Suddenly I wanted, NEEDED more.  I've been sick before, I lost weight on chemo 10 years ago and I looked gaunt, awful. Weak. I lost weight in the worst possible way and the worst possible reason--and it showed. Yuch. 

This time has to be different. I don't know if you can understand this--I'm not sure I understand myself.  I want people to look at me and be surprised to find out I'm ill. I don't want my cancer shining like a beacon. 

The other day my mom said something that really pissed me off--even though I know she was trying to help me make light of the situation. "Cancer becomes you". As in, at least you lost weight. I want my friends and family to see that I'm fighting through this on my own terms. I'm not getting any help from my illness. Cancer didn't work out at the gym everyday or dictate how i would eat. I am not cancer.  No more than I am fat. I will not be categorized by my illness nor my weight. 

Now you may be wondering why I'm posting this here and not some cancer support site. Easy. I've made friends here. Many of you ARE my support. And, also, you may also have felt the brunt of others' assumptions or categories. There is no reason for any of us to live by someone else's lable. 

You decide who you want to be. You decide what is right for you.  You decide what is healthy.  You decide what is beautiful.  You decide what is important and why you are here. 

And in the end each of us decides how we choose to live--to fight for what we want or to let our circumstances dictate what happens to us. Believe me, it's worth the fight!