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This morning I had a fit. I couldn't help crying, feeling sorry for myself. Ugh! I was at my worst. My eyes are still sensitive and my body is exhausted... mentally, I'm drained and can't fight anymore. It's one of those days that hits you where it hurts. I know we all struggle and we all fight to live and fight to conquer obesity, it just feels so hard sometimes. It IS hard. And I'm not posting this to bring anybody down. I'm not about to quit, but I -am- sensitive to the diabetes diagnosis that I have and I'm very upset right now.