I’m so ready for this to start. Last month, during the last Diet Bet, my dad fell and broke his hip and collar bone. While he was in the hospital, I stayed with my mom at night (she too is a fall risk) so life was (and still is a bit) upside down.
Now, one of my dear friends who is 84, who has lived a very independent and vibrant life will go into assisted living because scoliosis has now crippled her and she is wheelchair bound.
I’m 54, healthy, just now starting peri-menopause, but so stressed out living with helping the elders in my life, I’m losing it mentally.
I see my future and worry about it. I’m trying to focus on one day at a time, but fuck! It’s getting to me today.
Ok. Vent over. I’ll get some sleep and keep on tomorrow! Water! Veggies! Weigh! Track! I got this!!!
Love and peace. Love yourself.
Please be kind to elder people. They feel helpless.