Back on track.

Well, yesterday I wrote on the last two weeks worth of paper journals "Note: journal kept on computer only due to illness" and then I just put them away. The perfectionist in me wanted to go back and fill them in. The realist in me (yes, I have one) said, "You're not going to move forward unless you get those out of your face." And so, they're gone.

Got everything in except the water yesterday, so we're doing well. I'll see if I can get in a bunch of it today, between my dental appointment (broke another tooth, or might've just popped a filling) and my second-last driving lesson. Speaking of driving ... I drove for 4.5 hours on Saturday and can I ever feel it in my shoulders and "blind spot check muscles" this morning! It never would have occurred to me.

Last night I discovered that they're rerunning "Taking It Off" from the very beginning of this season, so I got to see the first episode. I think I came in somewhere around episode five, so it was great to see the beginning of their journeys. I couldn't get over how different they looked! Their faces, their middles. It was like seeing someone who only had a passing resemblance to someone you know. I found it fascinating. My six-month mark will be February 1. I wonder how different I'll look by then. If I keep at the pace I'm going, I will have lost somewhere between 60 and 75 lbs by then. That'll put me at the weight I was when I was 19.

When I hopped on the scale this morning, I realized that with the latest numbers, I'm very close to reaching my personal 10% (29 lbs. lost since I started on August 1). I don't want to jinx myself, but aside from being ill the last couple of weeks, getting to this point didn't seem to be as hard this time around. I really and truly think that the fact my brain is the machine behind the weight loss effort is what's continually pushing me forward.

This has got to be the only battle in which winning is in the losing.