In my first year of graduate school, I reluctantly realized there was something very wrong with me. I did not admit it, but I knew it.
And so did everyone else. The truth was I was afflicted. Not “crazy” mind you, no, no. Crazy people choose to be crazy, I thought; I was quite clearly choosing sanity and not receiving the benefits of my free will.
Something, therefore, was wrong. Recently, my frame had liberated 20 pounds because the energy one normally needs from food had become unnecessary.Read more on themighty.com