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If only people knew what I ate. It’s shameful. To me, it’s more than the required and balanced fuel my body needs. It’s a spiritual necessity and sometimes even a tool of punishment. Most of all, it’s a barometer of my emotional health. When I’m happy, I want to eat. And food is a big factor in my ‘being happy’ equation. When I’m sad, I stop eating. And when I decide to cut down on food, I get sad. So, this is me in a nutshell: I’m skinny when I’m sad, depressed, worried, or anxious. And when I’m happy, care-free and jubilant, I’m teetering over to the heavy side. Now you know.