I know it’s Thursday. This crisis with my father has escalated–he’s still in the hospital, and I’ve spent hours and days trying to find a new housing situation for him that will get him closer to me. My efforts to eat better and be more active have crumbled in recent days. I’ve been eating pizza and drinking for stress reduction and generally not sticking with the program. Yesterday I weighed in at 162.5–one half pound down from last Wednesday. I know it’s important when you need to take care of someone else to take care of yourself first. It’s just a hard principle to put into practice. I’m going to keep trying.