Something interesting happened. Once I came to grips about not having control over the anxiety, I felt like a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders. I feel free. I feel lighter. It's okay to not have control, it's okay that this is beyond my control. I'll manage when it happens, but I don't have to worry about whether what I'm doing, not doing, eating, not eating is going to set me off. I've accepted it and moving on. It's a good feeling.
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