I've been feeding my emotions and was up 1.8 today at my weigh in. My best friend's husband passed away suddenly Thursday night of a heart attack. He was already in the hospital because he had a problem with his heart. The doctors had put in a pacemaker so they could do bypass surgery. He was sitting up in bed, talking and laughing with family and friends when he went into cardiac arrest. He died despite the efforts to save him. He was 71. When I get upset, I want ice cream. I guess that's my "drug" of choice. After weighing today, I told my counselor I just didn't care anymore about dieting or what I looked like or how I felt. She just looked at me and said..."I care about you! You're just feeling this way now because of your friend's situation". I started crying and realized I do care, I'm just sad. I talked to my friend this afternoon and she is sad but doing okay. Please keep her in your prayers for the next few days. Her name is Teresa.