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A list of good things (in no particular order):


I have warded off any actual meltdowns or freakouts despite it being the first day of my period and Ducki being largely out of contact for the next two days.
I smell nice, due to having had a lavendar-scented bath and made liberal use of the perfume my mother brought back from France. (which is meant to be poppy-flavoured but doesn't smell like an actual one, I like it though) The perfume isn't making me sneeze.
I am going to start doing poi again even if I have to fashion makeshift ones using tennis balls and socks.
There is a good chance that I will see my best friend in a little under a week.
Then I will have a long weekend with Duckula less than a week after that.
I am starting to see exercise (of the fairly tame variety - walking when in Notm, bit of cycling in the Duckarchy, plus poi) as something pleasurable that I do because I want to rather than to punish myself for anything.
Because I've been exercising more, I can eat things like dumplings (of the English variety, but vegetarian) and chocolate Swedish Glace without hating myself afterwards.
And, I have found some nice walks around my part of Nottingham. I didn't know until the other week that a railway line ran so close to where I live! Or that there were nice leafy paths between my road and the next major one that runs parallel.
I am making positive plans for the future instead of sitting on my arse worrying about it.

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Today's list of good things. I promise this won't be a daily outpouring, just something for when I feel especially crap otherwise.


I spoke to Duckula on the phone while he was on the train home from his conference. The call was short and the reception absolutely poo at both ends, but it was lovely all the same.
I had two long walks today, making the most of being in the Duckarchy. They must have added up to maybe two hours between them.
I have also quite possibly totalled the same amount of time doing poi. Still no fancy stuff, but I am getting more stamina and fewer bruises.
I have resisted the temptation to spend the *entire* weekend either on the internet or curled in a ball reading. This is despite having a period.
I have warded off several episodes of self-loathing and consciously withdrawn from the stimuli for these when I've noticed myself being drawn to them.
I have some lovely strawberries-and-cream (not real cream!) bath stuff to try out in a little while, courtesy of a sale in Norwich S'drug.
I can fit into the black shorts I bought last summer, which are allegedly my size but were at the time so excruciatingly painful that I only wore them once and thought better of repeating the experience. While they weren't baggy today (why would I want them to be?), they do actually fit without me breathing in or being unable to sit down.
More importantly, the above is due to healthier eating and a concerted effort to walk rather than get buses where possible. (ie when going somewhere within an hour's walk, in daylight and not carrying anything heavy) The shorts are a superficial thing to be happy about, but a healthier (unless you count breathing extra traffic fumes!) lifestyle is more important. And right now I seem to have both!