OK - I guess I am a sap. My poor 4 yo was sick ALL NIGHT and DAY - throwing up every 1-2 hours. She let me know this morning after no sleep that "I don't know if I want to go skating this morning... That's OK hun..."
I am stuck inside. I've been washing clothes, and sheets (2 sets), the couch, rug and any other puke splattered surfaces. The TV is on. I am watching Oprah. She just finished a segment on having one more day with someone who has passed. Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my father's death. He was killed instantly at a worksite accident. He was 67, healthy, strong. It was quite a shock, hard to process. I still can't believe that it's been a year. If I could have one more day with him I would give him a hug, tell him I loved him. I would tell him that I was sorry for stupid things that at times strained our relationship. Now that I am older, now that he is gone, I appreciate all that he has given me in life. I wish that I could tell him that. My poor daughter is sleeping on the couch and I am crying about Oprah.
Weight loss? I don't know. I need to get on the scale. I am suspicious of the loss I had last week, I had a few bad days this week (I am sure my dad's "death day" had something to do with my emotional eating binge), and I just don't want to look. I will. I will get back to what I need to do and make something happen for myself.
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