Breakfast - Raisen Bran
Lunch - Firehouse Subs (harvest cheddar sun chips = da bomb)
Dinner - whatever was leftover in the fridge
Weight - 187 lbs
Ran just about 2 miles...my hip was killing and then i got a bad cramp. Tomorrow will be an off day
Good Day
Monday, September 27, 2010
Breakfast - Captain Crunch (i think, Fran puts the cereal in Tupperware)
Lunch - Chick-fil-a
Dinner - chicken Alfredo and broccoli
Weight - 187 lbs
5K - 23 min 12 sec / Total Run - 5 Miles - 41 min 05 sec
Bad Day
Just having trouble sleeping for a combination of things and woke up with a strange sense of anxiety today. I did think about Job though and I'm on a mission now to find a good study and dive into that book again.
Lunch - Chick-fil-a
Dinner - chicken Alfredo and broccoli
Weight - 187 lbs
5K - 23 min 12 sec / Total Run - 5 Miles - 41 min 05 sec
Bad Day
Just having trouble sleeping for a combination of things and woke up with a strange sense of anxiety today. I did think about Job though and I'm on a mission now to find a good study and dive into that book again.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I actually went through a whole day without really eating a solid meal. I just kind of snacked all day. This included dinner at Bible study which consisted of "tailgate foods". All so yummy but i'm sure none of this was good for me all day.
Weight - 186.5 lbs
No Run
Good Day
Weight - 186.5 lbs
No Run
Good Day
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Breakfast - some blueberry muffins
Lunch - mini angus slider and multi-grain pringles
Dinner - Maria's Mexican Grill (Johns Island)
Weight - 185.5 lbs
3.5 miles - 32 min. 12 sec.
Good Day
Go Cocks!!!
Lunch - mini angus slider and multi-grain pringles
Dinner - Maria's Mexican Grill (Johns Island)
Weight - 185.5 lbs
3.5 miles - 32 min. 12 sec.
Good Day
Go Cocks!!!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Breakfast - none
Lunch - Calabash chicken and coleslaw
Dinner - pizza and ceaser salad
Weight - 186 lbs.
No Run
Good Day
Lunch - Calabash chicken and coleslaw
Dinner - pizza and ceaser salad
Weight - 186 lbs.
No Run
Good Day
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Breakfast - leggo my eggo - blueberry style
Lunch - S&S Cafeteria - a southern staple
Dinner - Mamma made tacos
Weight - 185.5
No Run - My hip is killing me
Good Day
Lunch - S&S Cafeteria - a southern staple
Dinner - Mamma made tacos
Weight - 185.5
No Run - My hip is killing me
Good Day
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Breakfast - hashbrown
Lunch - Home Team BBQ - pork wrap (they put mashed taters, slaw, and corn in it)
Dinner - some kind of chicken and bean stew Foo made...mmmmmm
Weight - 184 lbs
5k - 23 min 22 sec
Bad Day
I think Dad's cancer is really starting to eat his mind. He's always been a realist with a pessimistic lean but he now invents things to worry about and even if something isn't working out right, he over analyzes and stresses out over it. I've tried to pull out of Fran some of her mother's behaviors during her battle with cancer, but haven't got much in response except for she, and dad now, ordered and prioritized everything whether it was wrong or right. But who am I to determine whose priorities are right or wrong. Maybe he sees things more clearly at times, but at other moments the worldly things just muddle it up. I do believe though that when your prioritizing starts to delve into the realm of controlling you've lost it. We can't control anything except for our own thoughts and actions; and we're not too good at that. So how does worrying about everything besides your own fight make anything better. Its absolutely exhausting being an optimist.
Good news for Charlie boy. He won't have to have another MRI or lumbar puncture and treatment as usual and time will continue to heal him.
You know, I cried countless times when Charlie was fighting for his young life. I think it was because I really didn't know he was going to make it. I've never cried about Dad.
Lunch - Home Team BBQ - pork wrap (they put mashed taters, slaw, and corn in it)
Dinner - some kind of chicken and bean stew Foo made...mmmmmm
Weight - 184 lbs
5k - 23 min 22 sec
Bad Day
I think Dad's cancer is really starting to eat his mind. He's always been a realist with a pessimistic lean but he now invents things to worry about and even if something isn't working out right, he over analyzes and stresses out over it. I've tried to pull out of Fran some of her mother's behaviors during her battle with cancer, but haven't got much in response except for she, and dad now, ordered and prioritized everything whether it was wrong or right. But who am I to determine whose priorities are right or wrong. Maybe he sees things more clearly at times, but at other moments the worldly things just muddle it up. I do believe though that when your prioritizing starts to delve into the realm of controlling you've lost it. We can't control anything except for our own thoughts and actions; and we're not too good at that. So how does worrying about everything besides your own fight make anything better. Its absolutely exhausting being an optimist.
Good news for Charlie boy. He won't have to have another MRI or lumbar puncture and treatment as usual and time will continue to heal him.
You know, I cried countless times when Charlie was fighting for his young life. I think it was because I really didn't know he was going to make it. I've never cried about Dad.
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