I know I didn't post a lot last week. On the 3rd, my mother went into the hospital for bronchitis. She woke up for the 3rd time in a week unable to breathe, and they kept her over night. I got frazzled about not being down there, and wishing I could help my sister handle the details of getting everyone everywhere. It was a lot for her to handle on her own, since her partner was at work.
On the same day, I found out my Marine was moving from the big base he was stationed on to a smaller one. They're closing bases down, and so he's there. Being a typical momma, I worried. I'm still a bit worried, but I've been talking to him fairly frequently through Facebook in the last couple of weeks.
Last Tuesday, a dear friend of mine died. She had been suffering from cancer, and I say suffering in the broadest way. She had been very sick, and the cancer spread to her brain and she was getting dizzy. I'm so blessed to have known her, and met her when I drove to FL last summer.
Yesterday, the Health Coach from from the work clinic came into the office. She brought a scale that measures more than simple weight or body fat percentage. It gave the number of pounds of muscle, bone mass, and a scale for visceral fat. It also gave my metabolic age (56!) and my BMR (1681 calories).
My goal is to be down by 10 lbs by the time she comes back. I've set my calorie range lower than the 1500 I was aiming for, because 1500 is too close to my BMR for me to lose much each week.
Today, I hit 1196 calories. Yesterday it was 1340.
Of course, the tuna kits I bought for the Marine have disappeared out of his box. I'm going to have to buy him more.
In the meantime, water was good. Food was good, and I got a 15 minute walk in. All in all a successful day. Which makes the 2nd successful day in a row.
On to tomorrow. Laterness & g'night.
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