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I had a one pound gain last night at weighin. I did miss one day of my usual exercise last week. I thought I had raised my game. My step count is up to 7,000. By the time I reach my 10,000 step goal, if I haven't broken into a sweat yet, then I will have to move my counter to my ankle area only and away from the belly that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly (Santa.) Anyway it is a counter from the 99 cent store, who knows I may still really be in the hundreds. I increased the level on three of the machines I usually use. This morning in the coffee room I battled with the danish. I held back as long as I could and ended up in the receiving line. Being extra patient, I missed the chance to pick my very favorite cheese danish. I gave up and sat down complaining. Everyone said you're too picky. I replied "I'm not suppose to eat any anyway." If I stay a little picky, I may eat less. In the back of my head, I can hear myself saying your daughters are taking you out for your birthday dinner tonight, you can make up for the disappointment later. It is a shame I'm such an emotional eater. I heard that is called "Love Hunger." Where's the beef, I mean where's the love?