Don't Take Resveratrol

I'm quite concerned about my mental state at the moment, for it seems that Resveratrol (an ambiguous diet pill) has made me very ill. I'm dizzy, my heart is pounding, my head is heavy, and my stomach is nagging at me to purge all of these foreign chemicals from my body. The walls are drawing nearer to me... but this must be nothing more than a panic attack. It needs to be a panic attack. I refuse to miss work. I need these hours; this stupid money. I just spent fifteen dollars on a sweetener for Christ's sake (or Buddha's, or Vishnu's [I love Hinduism], or for whomever's you fancy)!

I didn't intend the former to be the subject of this post, but writing puts me more so at more at ease than babbling about the gym. ...so (my meager attempt to add dieting advice), the loose moral of this story:

Don't take Resveratrol-

especially if you need to drive to work and competently converse and fold clothes for six hours.



 

Weight: 114 113 112 111 110 109 108 107 106105 104 103 102 101 100 99 98 97 96 95
Height: 5'4"