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*Comeback Update: Scale isn't budging, but I feel SO incredible!  I have the stamina and strength for a 15 minute mile (started at 20+), I am sleeping, and grief attacks are less frequent (but still tsunami-like in power).  I'm managing the thoughts/emotion train a bit better, and not letting the trolls have the driver's seat.  For the most part (hallelujah) persistence is working in my favor, and I am keeping the BED at bay by following a healthy plan of eating, and ENJOYING a splurge day free of guilt.  And...there is a little glimmer back in the far back of the room.  It fades in and ALMOST out, but never quite disappears.  I think it might be hope. This new journey has required the building of another bridge. I say bridge because weight loss and habit change sometimes feels like a river too big to cross easily and to deep to swim in.  This time around, I know more about bridge building, I am learning more, I am trusting the process more, I am resti...

The above picture is an artist's ( Liz Lemon Swindle ) rendition of the Prophet Joseph Smith , and his wife Emma holding a child that had passed away.  The couple had 11 children with two of them being adopted twins.  They buried 6 of those 11 babies, the oldest being just 10 months old.  6 of those babies that came to her arms, 5 from her womb.  I have always had an interest in her life, and perhaps now, I have an even greater respect for Emma and her decision to not be part of the trek West with the Saints.  She had a broken heart - several times.  I wonder if there had been some comfort and healing in being able to visit the graves of her husband and children as she pondered life and eternity.   I can understand how she must have ached for her babies.... Joseph Smith said,    “…when [a righteous] mother is deprived of the pleasure and joy of rearing her babe to manhood or womanhood in this life, through the hand of death, that privilege wi...