I just saw a little snippet on the news about stem cells in lower abdominal fat. The link is the only thing I have found about it online in a real quick search. Should be interesting to see if anything happens with this in the future. I doubt it.
I am home again. This time it should be for a week or so. Maybe longer. Not sure. So anyway, before I left mom’s this morning I went for a run down on the “backstreets” below their house where I rode my bike as a child. It was probably the longest run without a break that I have done so far. And I know it is because up at the track I get so focused on just running one measly lap at a time that I don’t push myself to do more. I need to break out of this and work on increasing how far I run without a break. Neighborhood running is probably the answer, but between what to do with the kids and the fact that it is hilly here…I don’t know. We’ll see.
I am in a mood. Upon arrival back home, I was faced with a lot of little reminders of what all has happened in July. Some of them cruel. I found a list of rehab places we were considering. Dad’s water bottle from the hospital. Brochures on stroke recovery. The papers we got when they moved him from the hospital to the rehab. Since my house was basically home base for my family during this time, there has been lots of this kind of stuff just sitting there seemingly mocking me. So naturally, I want to eat. I want the rest of the tortellini in the fridge. Or a big hunk of sourdough bread leftover from dinner. The dinner where I carefully weighed all of my food like usual. What would be the point of going through that at dinner if I am just going to ruin it all right before I go to bed? My health and weight are more important than trying to drown my emotions in food.
I will be weighing in the morning. I am hoping to get to move my new ticker for the first time.
Night night, all. I am off to bed for what will hopefully be a good night’s sleep in my own bed which I have had so few of this summer.
