Yesterday, was a productive day. My grandmother was admitted to the hospital
for cellulitis of lower legs. Her apartment complex has been doing a remodeling job in all of the apartments there. They are doing cupboards/cabinets, floors, lots of stuff. They are doing it in sweeps. Everyone's kitchen floors, then everyone's bathroom floors, then kitchen cupboards, etc. The only problem is it's a community of elderly persons and they expect them to be moving all of their belongings around while they are doing the work. It's a tiny apartment and she is a packrat. Always has been. Not quite a hoarder, but close. She has boxes upon boxes of books
that are unopened, stacked everywhere! So there really is no place to MOVE anything while they do their work. I am finding myself feeling very frustrated with management and what they are putting these people through this rather than moving them into another apartment while renovations take place or wait until they move out. A lot of them don't have anywhere else to go while this is being done and it's stressful for them. So we have started to pack stuff up and put it in a storage unit. Fortunately, it's not too far from her house, so that is easier. My issue has been limited time. I would love a month just to spend there every day to get the whole thing done. She needs to be free of clutter for her own safety. We had some started and moved, but Friday, management left a notice that they need everything out of the bathroom because they are replacing cabinets, etc. Since she is in the hospital, I have her key, and I was the only one available to work on it. I got the bathroom prepared, but then spent the rest of the day working on packing up more and cleaning in the process.
The point of all of this is how I felt. I never felt hungry! It was easy to crave the ice water I had with me. That is an accomplishment as I've never been a water drinker. (usually pop!). I felt energy to keep going. I wasn't in pain as soon as I would have been before. Every trip I made to the trash chute (and there were MANY, MANY, MANY),She will have no idea what went to storage and what went via a dumpster. I kept telling myself, "think of the ketones you are producing from busting up fat cells!" I have continued to be in moderate ketosis so far. But last evening.....
rearranged, packed up, tossed... until my body started aching pretty bad. I drove home, knowing I would have to come back tomorrow since it's my only day off until next weekend. Also, knowing I would probably feel wiped out tomorrow. Unfortunately, when I stopped at my mom and dad's next door and they offered me pizza. I turned it down and drank some water. Then I changed my mind and went back over for a piece. I ended up having two. I went to bed feeling disgusted, thinking of making myself throw it up, but I didn't. I've never done that. Why start now? So this morning, I didn't do a ketone test strip. I'm just going back to doing exactly what I have been doing and know that tomorrow, I will be right back where I was. I didn't weigh myself either. I may feel a bit sore and wiped-out today but only good vibes and self-motivation thoughts! I will NOT stop now.