So on Monday, I went on what I think was a date with a guy from work. It went pretty well, I think, I mean, I had fun, but I’m so insecure about stuff like this that I always fret and examine every little detail. We’re doing something tomorrow, too, so we’ll see how it goes, BUT:
I am so neurotic and nervous that I’ve not been able to eat much since then and this morning I finally weighed myself because I was feeling extra thin. And with good reason – I have lost eight pounds since a few days before that Monday. and, while it’s nice to see 143 I’m six feet tall, if that helps with the perspective there) come up on the scale, it’s a little bit worrying. Hopefully this phase will pass and I can bring myself to eat again. The other worry is that we’re probably going to get something to eat tomorrow which means I’ll have to choke down food with the nervous-making person right in front of me. Woe.
God, I wish I was not quite so crazy.