Eating balanced is so hard for me. Too little is bad, too much is bad. Its hard to know what is okay and how much is enough. But i just keep working at it, getting closer to the middle is getting easier, trial and error. Pardon me for bringing up pooping again, but i feel pretty good about getting that on track, after having isdues my whole life. Now probably going on two years im pretty regular! And my stomach is starting to feel light, just naturally, which ive never felt before. I think my mother kept me constipated in the daytime when she was home, and my father overfed me at supper when he was home, so that i would be in a physical stupor all the time and not run around too much. Its like depression and anxiety were developed in me, like muscles, like traits. Emotional and physical regulation. Then emotional regulation is not a matter of just putting a lid on it, trying to hold it in, but more like breathing in and out deeply every day, knowing you can deal.

P.s. you sound great! I am so happy for you