I've been thwarted.

By my own body.

So yesterday, I'm on the treadmill, and I'm feeling just short of amazing. It feels great, because getting on the treadmill lately has been more of a struggle than I care to admit.

I'm really going great, about 6 minutes left in my weight loss program I'm doing on the treadmill, and then I was planning on doing some extra walking and taking advantage of how great I feel.

Then, bam. My knee gives out and I'm hopping on the treadmill on one leg, while trying to pull the emergency stop switch.

And now I can't walk today. My ACL, again. So what's a girl to do?

In other weight loss news, I'm only 3 glorious pounds away from my pre-J weight and then it's the journey to my goal weight.

Weight loss is such an up and down journey, and not just on the scale. For me, it's such an incredible battle of wills. I don't want to be this weight anymore. I'm not happy. I'm trying so hard to find a good balance of dedication without bordering on obsession. It's totally a hard thing to find, because my husband has entered into the weight loss realm and he's totally kicking my butt. And silly little details like he has more weight to lose than I do, he is a man, he isn't breastfeeding (okay, you might have figured that out when I said "he's a man," but details here, people. details). He totally can operate on one meal a day (which isn't healthy and I yell at him for this, but I'm just his wife, what do I know?!) while I'm like the ending pit of appetite.

A delicious little dinner last night consisted of a pan of lightly seasoned veggies (zucchini, onion, mushrooms, and green beans), a baked potato, and a small side of pasta with even more veggies. It's incredible to eat like this, and watch my whole family eat like this (even J!) and know that I'm preparing my boys for a much healthier relationship with food than either of us have ever had.