Hi chicks,
** Warning -- lengthy and heavy (no pun intended) post ahead. **
I'm back again. And again and again. I swear this must be my 8th I'm Back post in the past 5 years. One of these days it will stick.
I seemed to be on a forward trajectory for awhile several months ago, losing weight like crazy, working out daily, getting confident, seeing progress and then my entire world fell apart when my father was diagnosed with stage four cancer on October 4th. He passed November 5th, and for the five weeks in between I was back and forth between CA and the east coast to take care of him, support my mom, help plan and attend the funeral, etc.
During that time I literally didn't care about anything else but being there for my family -- not what I ate or if I exercised or drank water. I sustained myself on the food people brought to my mom's house...lots of lasagna and cheese platters and cookies (oh lord, the cookies). I've never been a stress or emotional eater (I'm usually the opposite...I can't even think of eating when I'm upset), but I ate things I never even ate when I wasn't trying to lose weight. I'm not a sweets person but they were there and easy and available. I came back to CA feeling gross and sluggish and sad and fat.
I stepped on the scale last Saturday and was 7 pounds heavier than before my dad got sick, 4 of which I took off immediately this past week when I just started eating like a human being again. I'm trying hard to get back on the wagon but I'm just so friggin tired that even the thought of tracking in fitday and actually moving my butt again completely exhausts me.
I managed to get myself up yesterday, throw on my running shoes and iPod and go for a 45 minute walk in the cold rain, which was both torturous and cleansing at the same time. I ate a healthy breakfast this morning and now the rest of the day lies ahead of me and I know I can make a choice to do something productive and good for me, but all I want to do is crawl into a ball and cry.
My father was one of my best friends in the entire world. It just hurts so much, you guys.
So I guess my question is to anyone who's experienced this kind of loss and kept going and been successful -- how the **** do you do it? I mean, I have added incentive now to not only do this for myself but for my family so I'm around for them for a long, long time. I just don't know how to fight through the pain and get back to where I need to be.
Any and all help and advice are welcome, because I'm really struggling here.
Thanks, and have a wonderful, peaceful Sunday.



