The last few days have been hell for me: a slow, psychological, self-induced torture.  I can’t help but worry or think when I know it should be left alone.   Sure, they make pills for that, but I hate taking pills.  Pills might fix the worrying, but they will hose up something else.  Worrying keeps me in check.  God only knows what I would be like (or do) if I didn’t worry about the consequences as much.  Besides, I have found a hidden benefit.  With rarely eating, yet doing a lot of outside activities, I have dropped 13 pounds in no time.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to do about 1,000 crunches with 20 pound weights.  Maybe I can gets some crazy abs with this worrying.