This has been the week from you-know-where.
When I went to weigh in, I didn't even want to leave the house. It was cold and dark out there, and warm and cozy in here, and OMG THE CRAMPS THEY WERE KILLING ME.
But I changed into some more comfortable clothes, and put on my jacket, and soldiered on.
(Did you know that's our unofficial family motto? "Soldier On." Amanda came up with it.)
Back to business, though.
I maintained this week. I know I did what was required of me, but I also know that I'm having a really tough time-of-the-month this week, so I'm not upset.
(Who am I kidding - after the Christmas I had, I'm not complaining anyway.)
My dad came home from the hospital today, after a stern talking-to from a dietician about how his uncontrolled diabetes can be a gateway to all sorts of problems - problems with his heart, his kidneys, his eyes, his limbs, you name it.
It's just so frustrating to me to know that there are changes he could make, small, incrimental changes, that would make an immeasurable improvement in the way he feels.
Only time will tell, though, if this mini-stroke was the wake up call he needs.