The less I eat biscuits (10? weeks now), the more freely I express anger. How many years have I crunched down carbohydrates, seething, instead of expressing anger in the moment? Until recently, quite a lot. While this is not how I want to feel or behave, hope that the realisation of this livid symbiosis, signifies that it’s in the process of being healed. Can think of only once when I totally (and satisfyingly) lost it in the moment. 1997, went...