Today I had steak. Twice. It might sound like a simple thing, even a decadent thing (ok, it’s definitely the latter) but with the anxiety attacks I’ve been having the past few months, I’ve avoided anything decadent. No steak. No large meals. Nothing fancy, especially when I’m out somewhere for dinner. I even refused to go to a spectacular restaurant on my birthday. Why? I didn’t want to risk wasting a nice meal if I had an anxiety attack and had to throw it all up afterwards. My anxiety has been tied to some stomach issues as of late, so when I feel one coming on, one of the first things that happens is I start to get nauseous. Then I become hyper aware of my nausea, the sensation of it, and anything that’s constricting my stomach or throat immediately makes me more anxious. I have to take off jewelry, or my belt, just to try and alleviate that hypersensitivity.