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Refusing to throw hands up in air after 37 weeks of overall consumate (some days moderate) discipline in exercising, eating and staying somewhat sane. Take long walks outside since gym membership is expired, even though right hip hurts particularly bad today, and may appear as though waddling, though have not reached "waddle" stage yet (and am growing more confident that I won't... should have already gotten to that point?) Eat "normal" breakfast of eggs and toast, plus some add-ons (dark chocolate Hershey kisses, leftover nachos and Sourpatch Kids), successfully don't finish off last of pumpkin bread that only I have been eating (and Abbey, the dog, when I get hold of myself and throw chunks on the floor before they reach mouth-- have stopped using knife to cut portions-- now just rip off with hands). Tell myself it's perfectly fine and good to watch Price is Right (and then sometimes Ellen) during the day, because in 3 weeks (or more or less-- please God, less)-- I won't have time. Which is a shame because I think Ellen is pretty hilarious.