Plan D Day 33

Well, I’m 1/3 of the way into Plan D and to make things fun my mother is in the hospital. The term “small heart attack” seems like the difference between a cyclist being hit by a Mini versus Lincoln Navigator. Mom is in hospital, stable and there’s a bunch of testing going on.

The challenge to focus, not give up, and not over think the process is intense. Since the urge to eat the wrong things comes from the subconscious, I figure I have to preset the right behaviours from the conscious mind.

I did head to Costco and I have some more supplies which will help with staying on track. Jerry once again to the rescue for stinky cooking.