Saturday, May 02, 2009
This has been the absolute worst three weeks of my life.
Not only did I have finals for my college classes (which were disgusting in itself), but I also had my job training driving me insane, my internship making me go nuts, I was praying that I wasn't pregnant, and, to make matters a MILLION times worse...
My dad had to get a 4-bypass open-heart surgery on Monday.
Words cannot express how shot my nerves have been, how many times I've cried, or how depressed I became.
I am a full-fledged daddy's little girl. I am proud and grateful for the fact that my dad and I are super close. But seeing him in so much pain, watching him go into the surgery room with tears down his face... that killed me.
My emotional eating has never gotten so bad... but it was the only way I could find myself being strong for my mom, my sisters and brothers... and myself.
I'm sure I've gained all my weight back... but I will fight again starting today.
Because today my dad was moved from Intensive Care to a regular hospital room, and today was the first day i heard my dad's voice... and he told me he loved me.
So today, I got my strength back... and I cannot be any happier.