...you eat them. At least that's what I've done.
I was doing so good last week. And then on Friday, we learned that my husband's dad has a golf ball-sized mass in his left lung. To make a long story short, we had him in the ER a few weeks ago. The initial X-Ray came back clear, but the doctor wanted him to do more testing. He has lost 30 pounds in 6 months, is weak, isn't eating well, and in the last month, his voice has become very hoarse. He also admitted he's been coughing up blood. It turns out the mass is putting pressure on the nerve that works his vocal chords and one of the vocal chords isn't moving. This is causing his hoarse voice and also, he has trouble eating chunks of things as that chord doesn't cooperate when swallowing.
Today, he has additional scans so that they've scanned from his head to his pelvis. On Wednesday, he will be put under and has a biopsy done. On Friday, we'll get the results. My husband and I have researched and prepared ourselves for the worst-case scenario in hopes that it's better news that we get. My husband and I are both taking off work in the afternoon to be with his parents.
So, if you have an extra minute and can put in an extra prayer, it would be greatly appreciated.
Unfortunately, I've treated this pain with food. I missed my workouts Thursday and Friday last week (Thursday because my sister-in-law had her baby and Friday because of the news we've received). I haven't tracked my food in a week.
This week, I will workout Monday-Thursday. I'm saying maybe Friday because depending on the news, we may be with his family Friday night. And that's where I should be.
My goal this week is to get a grip on my food intake. Consoling yourself with food is not okay. I recognize that which is part of the battle, but I need to do something about it.