I spent 20 minutes yesterday deciding what to have for lunch. Twenty. Minutes. Over a sandwich. My brain was like 'but what if you regret the turkey?' and I'm standing there in my kitchen having an existential crisis about lunch meat.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this? Like, when did choosing what to eat become this complicated?
I spent 20 minutes yesterday deciding what to have for lunch. Twenty. Minutes. Over a sandwich. My brain was like 'but what if you regret the turkey?' and I'm standing there in my kitchen having an existential crisis about lunch meat.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this? Like, when did choosing what to eat become this complicated?