Day of goodness!

First of all, my 19 month-old daughter slept all night, which means I also got to sleep all night. I needed this because I've been on baby duty the last three nights, so I was super exhausted. That was probably contributing to my bad attitude.

Next, I got on the scale, and WHAAAAT?!?! Down a pound and a half! ROCK! In the interest of complete disclosure, I guess I will give you the actual number: 234.5. There. It's out. Now I can get on with my life.

Work was pretty good. That's always a win. And I got a thank you note from a patient! Kinda makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

I came home to a clean house. Yes, I have a cleaning lady. No, I'm not rich. I'm just lazy. Don't hate.

I also found that I have my first follower!! Whee! Hi Amy!

All good, all day.

Ok, back to the weight. First, I have to tell you that this officially gets me back to my 40lbs down mark! Mini-milestone: check!

Second, have you ever been smacked in the face with others' perception of what a certain weight looks like? I work in the medical field, and we occasionally need to know a patient's weight for our testing. Every once in a while, a coworker will say something like, "Oh, we got a big one coming." So, I look at the weight, expecting to see 400lbs or approaching that because that's how "big" you have to be to get moved to different equipment, different time slot, etc. How much do these "big" people weight? 250. 225. 260. It kills me. I want to look at them and say, "Do you not see me sitting next to you? Do you not see this person who weighs just as much as this patient?" What the heck. I asked a good friend about this phenomenon once, and she told me they probably don't see me like that and probably don't even think about it. Well, it hurts anyway. Every time it happens, it's all I can do to not say, "Um, how much do you think I weigh?" None of their biz anyway.

One more piece of goodness. The hubster was checking out my butt while I was putting away toys, and he reported that it looks smaller. Sweet.