Warning Signs

When writing: Thinking, "I need to finish this," rather than just writing for the session and then stopping.

When wondering about how much weight I have lost since I started my low-carb diet: Thinking, "I should weigh myself," rather than concentrating on how my body feels and how my clothes fit.

When someone asks me to do something I don't want to do: Thinking, "I can't say no," or that I have to pretend to want something that I don't, rather than speaking directly about what I do want.

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