I'm happy to report I am still on track health-wise. I haven't eaten anything crappy or fried or fatty since September 6th. Working with my trainer is going great and I LOVE my new treadmill. Not to say that it's all been cruising and steady. I still think about going off path from time to time. I have learned that pain, for me at least, is a powerful tool. I simply close my eyes and remember the pain I carried with me for those several days and it's much easier to keep on track. It's not that I don't want to have "fun" foods, it's that I'm in control of the choices I make and so I don't. It's an empowering feeling. It's a good place to be. And I don't take it for granted. I hope I never will.
I have no idea what I weigh or if I've lost inches, other than my clothes fit better. I was busting out of the size I'm currently wearing. Now it fits and feels like I think it should. I have discovered a great in between tip for clothes while losing weight. Gwynnie Bee. It's a clothing rental company. It works like Netflix. I pay a flat fee every month and they send me 3 outfits. I can wear them, keep them as long as I like, send them back. When I send 1, or all of them back, they send me the equivalent number of outfits. I, of course, have peppered my GB "closet" with darling outfits from their selections and love just about everything I get. I usually wear things once or twice and then send them back and see what comes next from my selections. It's awesome. And only about the cost of one really nice dress a month. I figure when I hit my final target weight/size I will invest in an actual wardrobe, but until then, this is what I'm going to do. Rent a wardrobe and look cute all the way down. :)
We had quite a scare yesterday. Jake went to the skate park and was trying a trick on the 6' vert and his board stuck and down he plummeted, right on his left elbow. It was so narly looking. No cuts or really scrapes, the elbow just filled with fluid and swelled to an unbelievable size. We went to the ER just to make sure he hadn't broken anything, which he hadn't, but wow, it was huge.
Jake was not impressed with how long going through the ER takes. He didn't understand the triage process and didn't much care for my explanation of it. Ah, to be 18. It looks much better today, thankfully. I'm sure he'll be back at the park in no time at all.