HYC Check in
This past week has been a struggle to stay on course health-wise. My parents being in town has meant that my eating has been all over the place and my exercising, while still technically on track, has been less than stellar. Very little cardio and definitely not enough to off-set all the eating.
But I have managed to make good choices among all the eating. While my uncle and aunt are big pasta eaters an insisted on Italian food 3 times during the week, I managed to find healthier options and only really indulged the first night (I really thought it would be the only time we went for Italian!). So far, breakfast has been the only meal I’ve been totally in control of so the fact that I haven’t gained any weight over the week is something I’m pretty happy with. My trainer is frustrated that I’m plateauing but I’m not (much). I know that once my routine returns to normal, I’ll be more accountable.
I’m feeling a little down at the moment though. It’s a combination of my parents leaving tomorrow and the fact that N, who I was going to be moving out with, has changed her mind so I’m now probably going to move out alone. Part of me is excited about having my own space etc but another part of me is scared of being lonely. I’ve never lived alone. Even though I very rarely actually SEE my roommate at the moment (we send each other emails and make ‘dates’ to meet up), it’s still a presence there. I’m a little torn and every time I think about either of those two things, I get a little teary. Which is a little embarrassing but I know I’ll be sobbing when my folks leave, for all their issues and whatnot.
My dad also let it slip the other day that he’s got to go in for a prostate biopsy when he gets home which freaked me out a bit too. I know that they catch these things a lot earlier than they used to and early detection means a lot better chance of recovery. I know that my uncle had prostate cancer and he’s still alive and kicking. But it’s still something that makes me realise that my parents are not immortal. Seeing him scared makes me scared. It’s hard being across the world from him and not knowing what’s going on or getting medical news via Skype.
So that’s my HYC check-in: not so great, not to bad. 
I'm a twenty-something Aussie who was living in Canada and has now moved to New Zealand and trying to be somewhat strong and healthy while I navigate the perils of living with my Boy, freelancing and planning a long-distance wedding without losing my mind. Welcome!
