Holy Moly

I had two moles removed in the office last week. The doctor was awesome. I would recommend her. Dr. Singer in Dallas. As I was laying on my right side, having the mole under my left breast removed, I said in my "poo voice:" Bye moles! The doctor replied in a sort of make-shift "poo voice:" They say 'thanks for the ride!' lol. We bonded. Both moles are benign but they still freaking hurt. It's not so bad having them removed. It's a little lidocaine, scrape, scrape, scrape and sauder with the bovi but dang. The after affects are worse. lol. My poor heart patients that have to recover from having their chests cracked. I'm complaining about some little cigarette burn looking wounds. Pssh.

So I thought I'd turn over a new leaf this past Friday. I went down for breakfast at work and got oatmeal and used splenda and just a bit of butter and I took the stairs back up to the second floor. . . . by lunch, I had a chili cheese dog in hand and took the elevator. . . . LOL. I tried.

Will try again tomorrow. I bought some frozen healthy dinner things that I'll take to work.

The triathlon is this Sunday. Adam and I are still teetering, wavering, oscillating! on it. I could just work that day and make up the difference in what we paid to do the race. That's the only way it will make sense to not go. I just don't like not being good at something. It really bugs me. If I can't do it best or at 100% then why do it? I don't like looking stupid. Plus it's July in Texas. Am I really going to risk heat stroke for a race?? Ugh. We'll see.