I can't even think of a good title for this post!

So where to flippin begin since I posted last. My grandma (who raised me and is more like my mother) passed away Feb. 14th. It still does not seem real. I have cried and cried and now I feel guilty because I can't cry anymore. My diet went in the toilet for the last couple of weeks. Dealing with her being in the hospital and never leaving her side the whole time she was sick. She went to the hospital by ambulance on Thurs. We recieved a terminal diagnosis on Fri. They did dialysis for two days to make her more comfortable. She came home on hospice on Sunday then passed away Monday morning. I trie dmy hardest to be strong for her and I never actually broke down. I think I really should at some point but just can't. However I have lost 35 pounds and I haven't been in for a fill yet. Its been about 6 weeks almost 7 weeks now. I don't really have much else to say. I am going to try to get back on counting my calories and writing down my food again tomorrow. I am also getting a memorai tattoo sometime this week for my grandmother. Not much else to say right now so I will post later.