I spent most of the morning in the waiting room at the hospital because a family member was in an accident. I discovered that you can not eat healthy in a hospital on a weekend, which seems ironic. The only water in the vending machine was the Dasani with Lemon, which is too sweet for water. I found some peanuts, which was good enough to hold me over until I could get out of there. I fought the temptation to stop at McDonald's on the way home.

I went for a walk just because I needed to get out of the house, and it felt good. I've starting enjoying my time to myself, even if I'm doing my cardio. I think my family likes it because I am a little more relaxed and don't get frustrated as easily.