Tuesday, April 06, 2010
I promised myself I would get right back on track as soon as we got home from Arizona and that I wouldn't even think about stepping on the scale until we had been home for a week. I forgot about that dreaded Dr appt and it's associated weigh in. I gained 5 pounds in one week. I decimated 50% of the last three months work. In ONE STINKIN WEEK. I'm so mad at myself.
I went into the trip with tons of stress and decided immediately that I needed some time for myself to relax and not worry about the little stuff. Food was the little stuff. And of course, alcohol. Lots and lots of margaritas. And it was lovely. I had a wonderful time and I knew I was going to gain. What I didn't expect was 5 lbs!!!! That is a lot on a 4'8" frame!! I have work to do, I guess.
My grandpa is still in the hospital. He sleeps all the time but when he opens his eyes he knows us. He is not well enough to go to the nursing home but the hospital wishes to discharge him. It's been 3 weeks so I understand that. We are looking for a rehabilitation center that can help him get to the point that he will be well enough for the nursing home. All of this is hard to digest when he was fully himself and living independently just three weeks ago. We're not giving up hope but at the same time we have to be ready for a long, stressful road. Cautiously optimistic.