So. The fact that I'm a scantily clad dancer in our Lady Gaga raver rendition of Twelfth Night is poisoning me. I've become obsessed with my body. I'm addicted to exercise and obsessively count my calories. I was cheerful today until I remembered that I forgot to calculate my Chex Mix snack and went 194 calories (and 45 grams of carbohydrates) over
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Not to sound like a boring old grandpa, but don't give away your ability to control your body. If you want to modify it, I guess that's ok, but really examine why or for whom you're doing it. The guy I knew seemed to manage a bit better because he worked out a lot instead of barely eating, so maybe try an exercise-heavy approach instead (but those do tend to increase appetite so no promises that it'll reduce pain!). Just, be careful, scrappy.
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