The Hardest Week Yet

Last week my dad had some health issues and my mom asked me to come help out.  So I did.  I've been in PA with my parents since Friday evening and I just got home this evening (Wednesday).  I love helping my parents out when they need me and I love being able to, but this week trip was hard.  My parents are both worried and scared, my dad is angry, and I was not well prepared for being out of my normal routine.  (My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer last fall, so I've been up there a lot since then to help out during chemo weeks.)  

The bad: Aside from the aforementioned emotional stuff.  My dad snacks a lot and it's really triggery for me.  So I ate crackers a few times with him.  Only a few, but I definitely had willpower issues.  I also had scale issues - or the lack thereof - so I haven't been able to weigh myself since last Friday.  I ordered a scale for their house, but I'm an idiot and forgot to change the shipping address, so it went to my house instead.  Grr. I'll have it for next time at least.  It's been hard for me to be out of my routine, eating crackers, and have no scale.  I'm positive that I've gained a billion pounds and I'm starting to dread weighing myself tomorrow.  Feeling like this is horrible.  I slept miserably while I was away too.  Sigh.  It was just a very challenging trip all around.  

The good: There was some good.  My mom has always been a pretty active person and she has always wanted me to go for walks with her but I never have because I knew that it would be miserable.  I'd need to stop, I'd slow her down, I'd die, etc.  But while I was there this time she suggested that we go for a walk together and I said yes!  I think she almost had a heart attack.  And we went for a walk Sunday night and I could keep up with her!  And I didn't need to stop!  And I didn't die!  And it was amazing!  So we did it again on Monday and Tuesday night!  Close to 2.5 miles each night in about 53 minutes (with hills).  I feel like this has caused my relationship with my mom to level up.  She's so happy that I can walk with her and I think it was the highlight of her week as well as mine.  She told me about a billion times each day how successful I am, how great I look, and how awesome I'm doing - she's pretty freaking proud of me.  

And now I'm home until next Wednesday when I need to go back for a few days.  But first I'm going to sleep for 12 hours and try to get some sort of normality back in my life.  Keep your fingers crossed for me tomorrow morning when I'll be stepping on the scale.