I finally got my car back. Total damages to the car itself were approximtely $12,627. It took 15 and a half weeks to complete, which is 108 days, more than a trimester in a pregnancy. We are getting ready to sue for the remaining bills relating to the car accident which, before a loss of value estimate, equal $3600 and change in medical, car rental and car seats.

I have lost 18 pounds since July 9, which is about 7% of my original body weight. I am being told by friends and family they can see a difference, and I can see my clothes fitting a little better. I have not been great about working out, although I can get on the elliptical at level 13 for half an hour without really getting out of breath, and I notice that I can get up my stairs at home and not pant like I used to.

I am up to 30 mg per day of Cymbalta, which has aided my weight loss by reducing my appetite. The other side effect most noticable to me is fatigue and feeling spacey quite a bit. I had a panic attack the other night, but I am keeping my eye on the triggers and working them out before needing more meds, I hope.

I drink about 6-8 Diet Dr. Peppers per day to combat the fatigue and try to get things done. I am still bad about completing jobs I start, but it's little stuff that won't change the world if I don't have everything 100% organized. I did get a few containers and boxes cleared out and put away where they need to go, so some things are getting done. My office is, as usual, a disaster.

Handsome is going to be 2 soon, and Bubba will be 6. It's hard for me to think of them as being little kids and not just my babies. I had a great time before going to sleep last night, letting them crawl all over the bed and me, and we tickled each other and played under the quilt and giggled, giggled, giggled for 30 minutes. I am proud of those moments, because I know that even if they don't remember them, we bonded and had a positive time without tv or money spent. I really enjoyed relaxing with my kids and being a playful mom who put off bedtime to allow them to get some energy out in a fun way. I've been playing with Fuzzy more too. He's a good puppy, 8 months old now.

I am about to wrangle my chest into a sports bra and go to the gym. I can get about 45 minutes on the elliptical and then head home to get the kids ready for school and show and tell. I am dreading the workout, but I need to do it. I have 105 pounds left to lose for my goal weight, and it's not going to come off from typing, as much as I wish it would.