Tonight’s the night. I’ve decided to finally face my fear and go to my friends monthly cooking get together. I suck at cooking. At least that’s what I’ve always told myself, and I’m working on reframing that thought. Reframing thoughts….been focusing on this a lot lately.been making good progress in therapy and starting to take some chances and face my fears. Easier said than done though. So for the party today, I have to bring the recipe we’re all gonna cook. That’s the deal. Any new member brings the recipe and the ingredients, and teaches everyone how to cook the dish. I’ve got one dish I cook, and that’s what I’m going with. I’ve never cooked it for anyone else and don’t know if anyone will like it. I don’t make it for taste. I make it to optimize my nutritional consumption. So in other words it’s ridiculously healthy and I’ve never thought about the taste really. Or I’ve never prioritized it. I eat it everyday. I guess that’s what I’m worried about: revealing my obsession with optimizing my health.