Are you talking to ME???

Tuesday I was at the oral surgeon w/ my oldest. Actually , all the kids were there but the appointment was for my oldest. Anyways... we were listening to pre/post- op instructions. Joshua's very excited by the idea of 'getting put down' , by the way. So the doc gave us Valium for before his procedure and was explaining it to me. He gave Joshua 2 5mg tablets (I'm pretty sure this is correct...) , telling me that he'll do fine w/ two , he'll be able to handle it. Then he says, "he'll handle 2 better than you would". I'm like, "really?" And THEN he says, and I REALLY am quoting here, "yeah, strong teenage boy versus small, petite woman; he'll do great." Did you read that?! SMALL? PETITE? I have never EVER been called small or petite! I'm 5'7" for pete's sake!
Needless to say, that kind of made my day. Never mind that the doc was like a linebacker (are linebackers the big ones in football? oh, well, you get my point!) . Nor was he being flirtatious; he was a nice professional man, who seemed concerned w/ explaining things to Josh and putting him at ease.
And I did my weigh in today. I am now within 3.5 pounds of weighing what I did before I had kids. Before I had ANY kids. Those of you that know me know how long ago that was! I'm really excited. Please don't think I'm bragging, or that I'm vain. Self-esteem is not my strong point, never has been. It's just nice to have set a weight loss goal and just about reach it. I've never done that before either!
Okay, that's it for my rant for today. Thanks for putting up with my bumbling and attempting to get my point across! I'll leave you with this...

Let us not become weary in doing good,

for at the proper time we will reap a harvest

if we do not give up.

Galations 6:9