she told me I have to get rid of my scale. He braught up the hospital again. My scale is the sole basis of my life. As sad as it is my scale manages my day. If I do not know what I weigh I can NOT function. ANXIETY ATTACKS GALORE. Parting with my scale, even just the thought, braught me to tears.,.,.full on tears of fear and sorrow and hatred
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