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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 resting more, and I am help

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 will be renewed to her hereafter, and she