Yesterday, I was really paranoid that the people making my veggie sandwich at Jimmy John's were putting mayonnaise on it when I asked them not to. I tried to watch them make it while talking to D.
And then I double checked it before i ate it.
Today, i'm paranoid that my boyfriend doesn't really care about me. I wish he'd take some initiative every once in a while and tell me how he really feels about me. "I love you" only goes so far when you speak three languages.
But today has been good, besides the whole psyching myself out thing. Gym this morning, went 4 times this week and stayed in/below my calorie range every day. Reward is sushi tonight. With miso. Guilt free.
If I can manage to not feel sick to my stomach from the racing thoughts.
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