warm and fuzzy

I was so uncoordinated this morning, ya'll! I tripped over a rug, stepped on a barking dog toy, and fell into the closet door, all before 5AM! So much for not waking up my husband. I was convinced that I had started a bad trend for the day, so I avoided the scale. I will weigh in on Friday as usual though. Fingers crossed! I went to a support group last night for folks who are 1+ years post-op. I just wanted some sage words about some of my issues. Now, when people I work with everyday tell me I'm looking smaller, I tend to think they're just being nice and blowing smoke up my ***. But when a person I have only met once tells me that if I lose another 45 pounds I will be teeny tiny, I get all warm and fuzzy.