Really fucking proud of myself. I’m not sitting around feeling sorry for myself. This is a learning experience. No more tears, no more sadness. Maybe some anger……..it will dissipate.
Packed everything up. I’m not deluding myself this time. This is the end and I’m happy about it. I deserve better, I deserved better the whole time. Finally got some self respect.
Ophelia is walking more and more each day and soon she will be toddling around properly. It’s so lovely to see. :) so she might be not as advanced as other babies her age, but to me she is perfect. She is the love of my life and I’m proud of her every day.
I’m not shutting my heart to love. I know that I will meet someone else because I’m bloody great. I will find someone who thinks I am great. Everyone deserves that.
Yoga and running will keep me going, keep me positive. Joining a running club next week, kept meaning to, but now I have the time and motivation. Meet new people, make new friends, and improve my running! Perfect. And now I have time to go to yoga class again. :)
And I have been so preoccupied with everything I didn’t even notice how much better my eating has been. I have come so bloody far, it didn’t even occur to me to B/P as a coping mechanism. I am awesome.
Really sad to hear about the crew of the cheeky rafiki. My thoughts are with their families.