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Flying to Friday!

This week is just flying by. I guess that's a good thing.

John says the neighbors were at it again, after midnight last night. I didn't hear them, but it woke him up. He expressed his displeasure loudly and toward the open window (I did hear that!) and apparently they closed the window and took their argument to a different part of the house. We were so spoiled, first having good neighbors there, and then having the house basically empty for a year.

Week One of the 13 Week Walk/Run Program. On paper, it looks really lame (Week One, run 30 seconds, walk 4.5 minutes, repeat 8 times, 3 times a week), but I can tell already that muscles are feeling different. It goes up incrementally, so Week Two, it's run 1 minute, walk 4, repeat... The workout times get a little longer, and the running periods get longer, so that at the end of 13 weeks, you're running 45-60 minutes. Should help lessen the risk of injury, and since it's been a loooooooong time since I really ran, I'm all for that. Next on the list--getting the bike tune-up, so I can start doing some riding. I think swimming will start in the winter time. (11 months until the triathalon).

Back to Weight Watcher's today, after two weeks. I'm honestly expecting to gain a pound or two, but considering vacation, and Vegas food and drink, that's not too bad. It's a process that's going to last for the rest of my life, and I'm okay with that.

Daddy seems to be feeling better again. These "brain attack" episodes are really kind of scary, since you never really know what's going to be confusing to him, and what's going to be perfectly normal. The doctor, again, reminded us that there's no way to prevent them, and no way to predict them, and that it's just something we can expect to happen as time goes on. (This is the first one since late April/early May, so...)

It's just really hard seeing my Dad as a confused old man. My father, up until a couple years ago, was an incredibly vibrant, active man. He's the guy who was always out working on something until it was too dark to see. He kept up with the news, and had opinions. Having his eyesight deteriorate so quickly just took the wind out of his sails, and then losing Mom has just made him lonely on top of being bored. And it's hard, because I know there's really not much I can do.

Okay, enough being sad. Time to go earn my paycheck.

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loba
Aug. 14th, 2003 09:06 am (UTC)
*hugs* I hope your dad has many more "better" days ahead. Glad to hear you and John had a good time in Las Vegas.

Love, Deb
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