Did a day of SS and although I'd like to jump up on a table and announce to the world 'Hey! I'm going to SS all the way to goal' I just don't feel fired up enough to make such a commitment. Instead, I'll start each day by saying 'I'll have a go at SSing today'. If I then succumb to a small low carb meal, I'm not going to consider it a failure but just a day when I happened to do 790 instead of SS.
My eldest daughter, her two girls and her dog have been living with us for a couple of weeks and will be here until June 1st. She's left her husband and the house she's going to rent isn't available until then. It can be manic at times but is actually less stressful than you'd imagine - well, I think it COULD be stressful if I allowed myself to sit and BE stressed by it. I cope by looking at the positives - its been a great opportunity to have some really good quality time with them all.
My dad is still hanging on - I have no idea how because he's just a pitiful scrap now. The doctor has arranged an electric hospital bed to be delivered to their flat today which will at least give him a degree of comfort in his last days. He hasn't been able to lie in a normal bed for months because of the huge tumour in his lung and has spent that time on a reclining chair in the living room - not ideal.
As I see him fade and realise that he's now on his final run home, I find myself in a state of 'peaceful limbo'. It's the calm before the storm ... a sad but resigned acceptance of the inevitable.
Under the circumstances, I'm going to take each day at face value - do what I can with whatever there is to be dealt with, be that coping with my dad's decline, sticking to my diet, doing exercise, catching up on housework or whatever else presents itself.
In the words of The Beatles, I'm going to 'Let it be'.