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8:00am A grey-haired lady walks by the big Living room window that sits by my Work from Home desk, which reminds me to take the dog for a walk and that I have a haircut appointment this afternoon. I'm eating half of a whole wheat raisin bagel, a bit burnt on the one end, while my coffee pot does it's thing and the dishwasher runs last night's dishes. My daughter is asleep on the couch and my husband is working in his chair in the Family room. Already my phone is buzzing in my jeans pocket. My neck to shoulder muscle on my right side aches from "doing too much". It's become my M.O. lately, doing too much. Sword class last night involved a lot of swinging, going from one cut to another and not always the easy path. And yet what's on my mind again, is always on my mind, is the 35 extra pounds I carry. It was 20 yesterday, but thanks to Facebook, I realized I looked my best 12 years ago, when I got my black belt in karate, and I know I weighed about 145 th