Wow, What a Wacky Week it Was!

This week has really gotten me out of wack!  Here's the run down.

Tuesday - Went to my Turbo Kick at the YMCA; which I really love and always look forward to.  The teacher asked everyone if they mind if class went outside since it was such a beautiful night.  Most everyone said sure.  Well let me tell you, it SUCKED!!  We did the class in the "side yard", which consisted of a steep hill and a tiny strip of sidewalk.  She lined us all up on the sidewalk and then stood in front (facing us) and gave the directions.  I didn't realize how much I depended on the mirrors in the classroom to confirm my form was correct and how much I HAD TO HAVE music pumping to get me amped up.  I barely even broke a sweat in class, which normally I am sweating profusely.

Wednesday - Found out the Dr discovered a "spot" on Dad's head AND a dear friends' mother unexpectedly passed away.  Talk about bringing you down.  By the way, the "spot" turned out to be nothing - YAY!

Thursday - Went to my Zumba class at the YMCA; this is another class that I adore!  And lately I have been getting really good at rockin' the moves and burning a ton of calories! Well, our normal teacher was out this week (and will be out next week too) and we had a sub from another Y.  Totally new routine, totally new moves and I SWEAR this teacher has some stripper experience under her belt.  Every move was so suggestive and sexy, I felt a little naughty just watching her.  I have never seen a grown women whip her hair and stare lustfully lovingly at herself in the mirror. Needless to say, I was not able to get the best work out.  Entertaining = yes, Effective = no

I still have a few more days before this wacky week is over ~ and I am ready for a new week; a new start. Even with the distractions and wackiness this week, I am still determined more than ever to keep it up.  I am a freaking WONDER WOMEN and WONT WAIVER!

Happy Friday!!

One End of the Spectrum to Another

There I was delighting in the fact that I had not only hit my #2 mini goal but was wearing my new smaller sized jeans and look pretty darn good in them; then BAM I get a text from my brother "Call Mom 911".  My stomach in knots, I already know something must be wrong with my dad.  My Dad...the one that had so many heart attacks from the '90-'00's that I lost count...the one that had open heart surgery and made it...the one that has a pacemaker...the one that stopped smoking after 30+ years....the one that would literally do ANYTHING for his grandkids and his kids.

Then I heard the dreaded phrase, "Your dad has cancer".   My heart sank, my happiness dropped to sorrow "DAMN IT" I scream.  My mom is not able to make any sense and just hands the phone to my awesome Dad - he's crying on the phone to me.  Tells me a few bits of information and then interrupts himself and says, "I just want to be around for my grandkids".  At that point I loose it.  I have to leave work and must be with my folks; which means driving almost an hour to their house from work.  An hour to sob, yell, cry and curse.

I spent a few hours with them looking over all the doctors orders and trying to understand what's going to happen over the next few months.  After I left I picked up my 10 year Lexi (who adores her grandpa) and had to tell her the news.  Unfortunately, she knows all to well what cancer means.  That was hard, REALLY hard.

And finally, the remainder of my family comes home - we are all hugging one another in silence.  I mean really what can you say about this type of news??? 

Please pray, send good vibes or do whatever you do to help my Dad overcome this obstacle just like he has with others over and over again. 

I love you Dad, we'll get through this together.