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It's Monday.
My Dad is in Princeton Medical Center. He had pneumonia. I'm frightened and upset and worried about him. I went to see him in the hospital this afternoon and he looked terrible. I sat with him for about an hour. I wanted to burst out crying, but I stayed strong and kept a good smile and stuff on my face. The moment my feet touched the outside of his door the tears just fell, like crazy... I couldn't help it. I'm very sad about him being so sick. I know he's scared. I hate that.
My throat is killing me. My glands are swollen. :( I don't feel really well.
My Mom is sick. She is now on medication, thank goodness. She needs to be well so she can take care of Dad. It's just awful when both people are sick :(
I'm frustrated. I want to be the best person I can be, but it seems like I'm not doing so well with that. I don't feel happy and cheerful tonight. I wish I did.
I'm going to post my Monday's question, then I'm going to try to get some sleep.
Week 8 begins. I'm 20 lbs down. I'm still motivated and going strong. I am exercising and keeping a vision of where I want to be. It makes a huge difference in reaching my goal.
