Cheers love, about 19, it was if I ate anything I had to run for 10 miles and get rid of it, or until I felt tired and clean. A "Gods burn it all" never mind basal metabolic rate. There was no calorie counting ever, it was more of a feeling of being dirty, tainted, and running. The only difference between the extremes is I have pity for one, it is literally a psychosis, and the other will ever have my hatred.