SD -9: Breakdown

This morning was a nightmare.  Preceded by a very nice jog/walk in Balboa Park.  Sat down in my new pants and ripped the hell out of them.  I was feeling fat, couldn't cool down so just sweating like a pig and everything seemed to just not be going my way.  I was ready to call in sick to rotation and sit at home and cry.
Then.
Then I remembered what my mom told me about my dad:
I think one of his metatarsals needs to be shaved down or even removed, due to constant skin irritation and hence a perpetual infection - that jumping into my thoughts this morning made me feel better.
Better about myself.
Better because what is happening to him is so much more grave.  And I know he's not happy about it but I'm sure he'll joke about it and have a smile - though at times I'm sure it's his base facial expression and not necessarily what he's feeling.  He's moving on with life despite the troubles and dealing with them.
No, ripped pants and being overweight are not the end of the world.
If he can deal with foot surgery then I will deal with my overweight and just move on, resolve to change since I have that power and carry on.

Last night we went to Sunset Cliffs.  Beautiful.

All is well, I control that aspect.