It’s not my fault.
The MV made me do it.
I didn’t eat today.
I didn’t tell on myself either.
Uh-oh! Sneaky and restricting.
I just couldn’t do it. I tried. I even packed a lunch and everything. I just couldn’t do it.
The other volunteers ate at the booth. But I just couldn’t. I hate eating with people I know. I hate eating in strange places. I can’t eat with strangers. The thought of taking a great big bite of my lunch, as some stranger walks up to ask a question. Paralyzing.
Not even open for negotiation. It’s NOT happening. I can’t do that. It’s gross.
People kept coming and coming and coming. I was trying so hard to stick to the plan, but it stressed me out too much.
So I gave myself permission to let it go, just relax, enjoy the day, and not eat.
It was awesome.