I pity you. Yours is a diet of pure sugar. Even worse, you can barely even taste that momentary sweetness any longer, but you keep coming back for more. You are rabid, desperate, bone thin but fat. You can’t survive on this stuff much longer, and you and everything around you and about you will waste away. You know there is a cure. You know it is freely yours to take. But this cure must be taken daily. Be willing to go further. Do the work. The cure will do the rest.