Mustang Valley and the Munchies From Hell.

My god... I just went to Co-Op on my own and it was terrifying. I hda a panic attack as I opened the door to leave, my muscles all decided to contract at the same time so I had to walk up the road like a robot, and I had two fatarsed 13 year olds laughing at me all the way to the shop.
When I got into Co-Op I felt a bit better. I kept trying to remind myself to breathe, and not be afraid of stopping to look at something. I always feel like I'm being watched and suspected if I wander about looking at things then not buying them.
Anyway, I managed to get everything on my list. I knew I'd want a drink and to trough out of anxiety afterwards, so I went with it. But I am immensely proud of myself in that I only bought one bottle of wine, one packet of chocolate and a single packet of hula hoops. Normally I come out with two sharing size bags of crisps and a monster bag of chocolate. I also tend to buy a bottle of whiskey which is about 20 drinks rather than a bottle of wine, which is about 4. I'm proud. Extremely proud.
But I'm also extremely sweaty.
I'm off for a cigarette, and to get some cold air on my armpits.
I'm really improving, but I have such a long way to go...