There is a local food truck that I’ve been meaning to try. Tonight since I don’t have any plans with C for dinner, I meant to go check it out. Try their roast beef sandwich.
I was very excited till about half an hour back. But now I’m not able to muster up the courage to go alone.
I’m not sure what I’m worried about. Is it that it won’t be good? Or that they will look at me and wonder why I’m eating so much despite being fat? Or that something will happen to me on my way there? Or all this together? Or none of this?
I don’t care what the reason is. Logically rationalising the reason hasn’t worked in the past. So I’m going to listen to music, wash clothes (have to wash them by hand) and walk around till I muster up the courage to go there.
Here’s hoping this works. 🙂 if not, I shall try again tomorrow night.