Thursday night at 9 pm, my husband had to go to the emergency room. He's just fine now, but at the time we didn't know what was happening, even if it might be a stroke. I had to stay home with my stepson, not let on to what was happening, put him to sleep like it was a normal night, and wait at home rather than being on hand to help.
The first thing I wanted was a cigarette. Since I had none, I had CHOCOLATE. Thanks, PMS. Only an extra 250 calories, but still. He didn't get home from the ER until 6 in the morning, so needless to say everyone's sleep was a bit off. I was so exhausted all day that I skipped the gym and went to bed at 7:30 last night.
Basically those 48 hours are a wash. I'm optimistic I didn't do too much damage, but there was certainly no forward progress. I'm NOT going to let it get me down, even if I did have to miss my weekly Cappy's this morning. Rather than throwing in the towel, I'm going to try to double up.
Next time a crisis hits, I'd rather see myself pop in a workout dvd rather than bust out the truffles.
There's only 83 days left until I go to Vegas. Time to get things done.
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