My anxiety has literally cut in half, if not more, since starting the diet.
Case in point: Putting up the Christmas decorations at work required me to stand on a small step ladder and reach up to the ceiling to hook them in. I had to move at a snail’s pace, broke out into a sweat, thought I might puke, and had to breathe slowly and deeply just to do it. It took me about an hour to do something that should have taken 15 minutes, and I was nearly in tears at one point (all trying to hide this from my coworkers).
Taking down the decorations at work a month later required the same thing, getting on the step ladder to unhook the ornaments. I did in about ten minutes (it’s a little easier to take down than to put up, of course.) I didn’t give two craps about the height, the ladder, or any of it; it didn’t even cross my mind.