Sunday, December 02, 2012
Today, again, I was at the hospital ER with my 79 year old my dad. He has fought two rounds of pneumonia since mid-September and has been in/out the hospital and rehab center. I couldn't help but think if my dad had not been a heavy smoker most of his life and had had a better diet and exercise he might not be in ER today. (He's got COPD, diabetes, heart problems etc).
I am standing where he stood when he was in his fifties. I am faced with a very important choice. Either eat the broccoli and get the exercise now or end up like my dad is right now in a few more years. Something about being in hospital ERs makes you think.
The past 6 months have been stressful for me, a bit more than usual. After much hunting we moved out of an apartment into our own house. The move was not smooth. I had started the fall semester of school, my mom needed help and support with my dad, my commute time/distance doubled, there has been tensions at work...I didn't know where things were in the house or in which box. To cope I just ate whatever my hand could reach for; mostly fast food or junk.
Change will have to come. So far this way is not working. Send up some prayers for me that my "inner coping mechanism thingy" recharges and I get back to the head of the trail again. I am going to keep trying until it clicks and sticks with this weight loss thing.
= not good
= very good