I have pretty much been out of control eating lately putting back on 30 lbs.  I know it sounds like an excuse but it all started when we lost my little brother March 15, 2013.  There was an accident at Port Everglades in Ft Lauderdale where he worked and he did not make it.  There were 3 on the lift when it fell and there is one that survived but I don't know in what condition.

I was doing so well.  I was training for a dualthon.  It was planned for that May.  Actually I completed it as a memorial to him.  It was 3 days after he would have been 50.  I was last overall but there were people who did not not finish so I was ahead of them.  But be happy...I was first in my age group.  The only one in my age group.   I got to stand at the top of the podium with 2 medals.  In honor of my brother.

But even though I felt so good and in control the sadness got to me.  I just stopped caring.  The stress of taking care of Dad and then my brother I gave up.  It was not intentional. I kept saying I can exercise that baked potato away.  Then I could not go to the gym because of an issue with Dad.  And it kept going like that even though I still had my trainer.  At one point we were 4 days a week.  I should be 150 lbs by now since we trained for 4 years.  No wonder he was fed up.

I work full time.  My sister watches Dad until 3pm and my son has him until I get home at 5.  I make dinner and keep Dad entertained until it's bed time.  I get up at 4 so that I have some time to myself.  I  walk to dog and am at the gym by 5. I try to get ready for work unless Dad wakes up before my sister gets here. If he is up then it's all about getting him up to start the day.  Then eventually when my sister gets here I can get ready for work and if lucky am only 15 minutes late.  I am the only person that gets up 4 and half hours before they have to be at work but can never get there on time.

I am not complaining at all.  Dad took care of me this is the least I can do.  Just putting it out there since it's cheaper than therapy. LOL.

So here I am hoping that a community of people I don't know will give me the motivation and accountabilty to get back in control.  I will be cruising around the blogs looking for inspiration.

One week until weigh in...