Challenge

It's funny, as I was typing that in, three previous post names with the word Challenge popped up. Hmm, I either need to get more creative, or just stop having such challenges!
Anyway, today's challenge is brought to you by the word time. I called my dad this morning to check in and see how he was doing (cause he needs support and love too) and he basically told me he could really use some extra help. I almost bounced with joy and I realized that the reason I've been so upset about this whole thing is because people keep saying they don't need me, that I should just focus on my life and they will take care of it and it will be fine. That's really hard for a girl like me to hear, I need to be needed, it's like a major defect of my personality. Anyway, Dad said he needed me and I jumped at the chance. Of course, that meant that I was leaving for work at 10, then leaving work at 310 and heading straight to Monrovia. I was starving by the time I got here, despite having a banana for lunch and a bit of sesame bread and humus for a snack. But we were going to get food as a family, so I didn't want to eat until they got home. That didn't happen. Finally I broke down and had a bowl of cereal, and then got the call that I was going to go to the hospital and spell the boys so they could grab food and off I went. So I really didn't eat a lot today, which is better than if I had broken down and gotten fast food, but I'm afraid my body is going to go into starvation mode and start holding on to weight I really want to lose.
Tomorrow, I'm going to wake up early, have a banana, go for week 2 day 1 run, then have a decent breakfast. After that, I'll do my best to eat healthy as I have my day at the hospital and what not. I'm not going to let the stress and time and change in day pattern disrupt my workout/ healthy eating groove. I can't. I have to be strong or I will never make it.