Two weeks and 5 days

Derek has been gone 2 weeks and 5 days. I have been dealing. On top of that my dad has to get -yet another- surgery on his colon. This would make the second surgery in about 2 months. And to put the cherry on top, work is stressful. I try to handle it by staying busy and working out...Hell my workouts have been more intense than ever. It only does so much for me. My heart hurts. I can't sleep right. My appetite has cut itself in half. Thank goodness at least what I do eat is healthy and I supplement my diet with nutrients and vitamins so my body is not deprived. I hate this. I don't cry. If I do it only lasts a few seconds. I feel like crying is pointless. It won't make my dad feel better and it won't get my husband home any sooner. At least what I will get out of this is a rockin body, lol. I do love thgat when I feel overwhelmed, depressed, or stressed that I don't overeat...I know it sounds bad, but I would much rather under eat than overeat. Derek also submitted his re-enlistment package. We are either going to be moving to California or Hawaii sometime mid-next year. I am so excited either way. California would be the smarter choice in many aspects. Hawaii would just be fun and good for Derek to get some down time to start college courses and stuff. I am just praying for my father's surgery to go well, and then from there I believe my heart and mind can slightly be put to ease. All I can do is just pray.