Ah, yes, I remember now. Mr. B has been dominating the conversation for far too long. He’s a part of me among many others. I’ve heard what he has to say. I’ve been overrun with his fear and screaming. There’s so much more to me than Mr. B. Mr. B did his job. He was telling me something is not quite right. He was right. I was in too large of a deficit; I was restricting too much; I was over exercising; I was not listening to my body. He was warning me but he carried me away. He will always be a part of me and I am grateful but it’s time for me to listen to the others. I don’t need to hear from Mr. B so much anymore.