Here in the US, yesterday was Thanksgiving. It started out rocky with me dreading the social gathering of my husband's family. I knew that I would be okay in the end, but getting there was harder said than done. My anxiety built all morning, as every minute ticked by. Despite the positives of the morning so far I was feeling more and more on edge. I had an opportunity to sleep in a bit, and wake slowly as my husband made breakfast for the kids. I could not feel calmer, but one thing that was different than years past, I knew that I was being irrational. I knew that I would be okay in the end, if only I just pressed forward and kept a positive attitude.
The other part of the day was that was difficult for me was that Thanksgiving is a holiday about food. It's all about food and as many of you that follow my blog may know food is something I have issues with.. I was almost paralyzed in fear of the thought of eating all that food. Some of my thoughts were: