It's 4:45 am and I can't sleep. The thunder is keeping me up. It's actually bringing me back to my childhood, because I'm actually scared. So, of course, I grab my waist and feel myself making sure my weight still feels the same as I left it. It's becoming a coping mechanism. Whenever i'm anxious I do that and I become fine again; I'm not scared anymore.
I fight the hunger with a piece of 5 calorie sugarless gum. What if the 5 calories turn to fat since I'm laying here. What if the sugar alcohol in the gum is just as bad as regular sugar? What if, what if, what if?
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