Tuesday, June 18, 2013
My sweet, gentle Uncle Bernard lost his life in a basement fire. He was 89, has been dealing with health issues for 25 years, but with a smile, never complaining, and despite it all, found energy to attend reunions of his Army buddies, my sons weddings, trips to care for my grandmother, his mother-in-law.
So - a wave of guilt over not being able to make the very expensive last minute trip back to the Midwest for his service - has been hanging over me today. Food was OK until tonight - and I succumbed to a bag of popcorn (no additional butter). For the second day in a row, I skipped my workout. Yesterday started at 6 am, and I pulled back in my drive at 10 pm. I stayed perfectly on the food plan, but skipped cardio yesterday, too.
I miss my Uncle Bernard. I worry about my Aunt who is a tuffie on the outside, and must be crumbling on the inside - lost her partner of 70 years, nearly lost her home of those same 70 years.
Tomorrow, another early day and stacked up meetings. But, it's a new day ,the gym bag and lunch bag is packed, and I've just booked airfares for an August trip. There will be 20 pounds less of me when I board that flight on 8/13.
Peace, and comfort.