Hi, I bought a medium bag of peanut m &m's and Just slowed down cigerettes. It really was good for a while. Than m&m's started flying out of the thin yellow bag. I woke up eating them on automatic. I blamed people of eating them. I ate them myself. It did work but It didn't at the same time. Dammit do I feel ******.

I started putting the teddy--bear under my solor-plexis to temporarly take away the horring horrid pain (which is real)
I hold on to cool quarzs stones to calm myself once again. I just either get hellishly worse or maybe slightly stable for a small slot of time, until things get worse as normal. I am jelous of the rest of you normals that go out to fried chicken, eat big-macs with impunity, eat sundaes with no trouble at dairy queen, eat two slices of birthday cake at your party, eat your sisters homemade lagsaugna with out being so bloated that for two days you wish you could evaporate because of the price of horrid pain you paid for that little trifle that you really enjoyed but make you uggggg. I am jelous of folks that will go on a saturday picnic eating jo jo's and chicken strips from the roadside convience store, and not be very very ill for two days just from a trifle. Why on earth did God make someone like me? Am I supossed to eat blender fish and blender veggies (since thats all that won't make me deathly ill?)- Why- do you think I should enjoy every bite of the only darn %#@&#! I CAN eat. No f----- way!!!!!! I am not being hysterical. But I do understand you Freewill, I understand how much of outcast we may feel like suffering from a disease that is not even on the normal treatment list and mostly thought of only as mental illness when it could be other things besides just that! Hang in there