Thank you for all of the well wishes for my birthday. I think this thing is starting to work, I actually felt full earlier than normal after eating just a large portion instead of the 2 XL portions. Hopefully this is a foreshadowing of the change in letters on my clothing tags too. So it is my birthday, the one day when I am ALWAYS right and decide what me and my husband do, but there was a limit to that today unfortunately. I was getting ready to tug the strings of a heavy kitchen garbage bag, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a soft blue color, the blue that only belongs on medical scrubs, A NEW OUTFIT TO RUN IN. My husband had carefully thrown them away and covered them with papers that looked too well placed to be any regular tossed garbage--so he thought he could fool a real junk junkie, HAH! So I made the mistake of exclaiming the joy of my find, "Yay, scrubs, I can run in these, why did you throw them away?" I hear a big sigh of disgust, "No, Bina pleasse can you just keep them in the garbage, they have gum stains and they are gross, I know it’s your birthday but can you please, for me, keep them in the trash?" So I covered them up again with the papers and let them go, and daydreamed of what it would be like to run in FULL, matching scrubs. People would pass by and say "Oh there is another resident just rushing to the hospital, or there is a dental student late for class" Instead of, "Oh man there is that lady...from the looks of her outfit she is homeless, and she is trying to...run...I think that’s a run." Oh and trust me, someday soon I will post a picture of my red, heart, polka dot outfit so you know what I'm talking about, really, it’s bad. Maybe tomorrow morning I will mix it up a little, and think of those poor lonely scrubs getting cold behind our little house in a garbage can, sorry little guys I tried.