life & death

Aug 24, 2011

When people  die, for some reason I expect this cataclysmic occurrence in nature.  Its amazing to me that the world keeps spinning and everything seems to continue without a hitch.  Its reassuring and sad too.  Time waits for no one.  My uncle was murdered, his body wasn't even discovered until three days after the fact in his home by a friend, and I'm going home for the funeral -  the first time since surgery.  I am praying for strength, because it is such a tragedy.  I will be surrounded by sorrow, family, and food.  My grandmother, whose health is borderline, may not survive this for long.  I want to go in with the mindset of being there with and for my family, but not look to food for comfort, so I am going shopping as soon as I hit town. It is also very close to my flow, so I want to be extra prepared.

Its only been 11 weeks, but so much has changed and happened.  Husbands working 14+ stressful hours a day, kids have different demands with school and activities, but I have been able to keep on task and be there for support. Very stressed at times, worried about my husband, my children, trying to keep up with and support everyone physically and emotionally.  It is very demanding and can be very draining. But I'm not stuffing my face like I would have before. Granted, I'm not exercising much either, but the eating habits are a true victory.  I'm 287.4, so that's 57.1 pounds down.  I haven't seen the 280s in at least 4 years.  I may make my halfway point by my 3 month surgiversary, so that would be 62 pounds post op. My uncle is gone, but I must keep living, and living well. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.

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