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I may be mentally ok but psychologically, I'm unsure on my state

I'm afraid everyday that I'm failing at being ok. I may say that I like my weight and size right now but I haven't worked on losing weight. I tried to maintain it when I noticed I was losing it too fast like a stone falling but it's not working. I'm still losing and though I force my body, it's not cooperating. When I force in too much, it forces itself out.
Part of me wonders if it would be ok if I can be better if I get the closure on the ruins of my past relationship, but then, logically, that's a very incorrect conclusion to make. My psyche is mine and no one else's. No matter how much I might want this to be someone else's problem, there is no denying the fact that it is my problem in the end.
I've got to get a handle on myself and truly move on, not just mentally and emotionally, but psychologically as well.

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