Body dysmorphia is real, folks. I post a lot about eating low-to-no carbs and fasting — because I believe those things help. But the body dysmorphia is still there. I still see that chubby, fat bastard — “Fat Bastard” from Austin Powers — the name I used for years. I’m an all-or-nothing guy. If I’m going to do something, I do it with passion, drive, and a need to prove I’m the best. That’s great for work and training — but eating is different. Good-tasting, horrible food is a weakness I carry. I’m beating it, but for me it’s a flip-the-switch problem: one taste and the whole thing goes off the rails. I don’t take one bite — I eat all of it. Fighting this is hard. The mirror rarely shows what you want. Part of you is always ashamed of how you look. You’ll slip. You’ll struggle. You might even find it hard to fall asleep without a full, satisfied belly — I used to. Keep fighting. Never give up. This is a marathon, not a race. Your health depends on your diet. Be strong. Learn to love yourself. You are worth it.