I'm having a big case of life taking precedence over training. My Dad had an episode that has landed him in the ICU. He is a strong fighter for 80 so I will continue to hope and pray for the best. My Mom who is a cancer survivor really relied on my father. So I'm stepping in for that role right now. I'm grateful that I have an amazing wife to help. Never EVER stop appreciating a supportive partner. You never know how lucky you are until you really need them.

While spending the better part of 24 hrs at the hospital I could have just eaten vending machine garbage. Or I could have wallowed in cafeteria pizza, burgers, etc. What would have seemed like a splurge would have probably left me feeling pretty lousy physically and for whatever reason guilty mentally.

I ended up being able to get some scrambled eggs and sausage, a banana, a cliff bar, a bunch of water, and maybe a diet Coke (that's my vice which I have severely limited). I was also able to sneak a quick protein shake in at the house when I had to stop in for a second. Was it perfect, nope, but pretty good alternatives. While Jess and I are living between two houses, we probably won't be counting calories, but we are going to eat as well as we can. Honestly, I don't feel like eating at all (which is a really odd feeling for me), but that's no good either.

I missed training on Saturday and cardio today, Sunday, but am hoping to get a walk in later if possible. I texted with Dave Tate and he reminded me to get moving to clear my head. The plan is to get some heavy doses of bodyweight squats, pushups, and inverted rows every other day.

There's no way to plan for the future, I'm just going to take it as it comes. I'm going to be as positive as I can. This may seem like blathering, but it was good to get it out. I know often times when I put things out there, others are going through the same thing and this somehow helps.

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