My stomach has been hurting the past couple days, abdomen bloated, and guts all in a twist. You'd think I'd avoid food. But no, I eat more.
I can't seem to get to bed without eating ice cream and something carby every night. Sometimes some peanut butter too. The crazy all out binge has been held at bay but I'm always stuffing 500-600 extra calories in my face every night.
I'm tired and know sleep deprivation causes overeating and added fat, but I never go to bed before 1:00. I rarely get more than 6 hrs of sleep.
I want everyone to be nice to each other and be happy, when what we're dealing with is definitely not happy. But I guess I think my dad's illness is so hard to watch that any added ickiness just makes everyone feel worse.
I came to help my parents but I've been unwilling to stop working other than to meet with the hospice people. I won't drive my parents places during the day, but I'll take my sister to the airport mid-morning.
Ok, time to go to bed. More meetings, more angst about my parents' precarious health, and more non-stop thinking about food tomorrow! oh joy!
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