Diary entry: 21st February
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So. Our last lunch before Hannah goes off gallivanting in Austria for ten days. How do I feel? (Sorry, just need to slam this window of opportunity shut before the anorexic gremlin doing cartwheels of glee outside it has a chance to wheedle its way in.)
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I'll miss her (I'm sure the feeling is not mutual) She is an enormous support to me and I couldn't have come this far without her. She has a very old head on her young shoulders and really knows her own mind. (Funny, both those things were written in my school reports when I was 12.) You don't argue with Hannah. Well not unless you value your head. I'll just have to imagine her reaction (the ubiquitous eyeroll - must think up an emoticon for that) whenever I feel myself teetering on the brink of behaviourism.
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I don't feel ready to be left on my own and I need to institute a pro tempore support system to prevent myself succumbing to the temptation to restrict which is still frightening pervasive. Had a little wibble as it was coming up to lunchtime. No-one around to invigilate. What to do? What to do?
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Decided to risk interrupting Hannah's holiday and texted for help. Luckily she was on hand so could talk me through making the sandwich. Now all I have to do is eat it.
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I'm pretty proud of myself actually. Sitting on my own and eating a proper sandwich. I concede it was one rather than one and a half, but still I gave myself a bloody good pat on the back. Well done! (I'm allowed to say that).
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So. Our last lunch before Hannah goes off gallivanting in Austria for ten days. How do I feel? (Sorry, just need to slam this window of opportunity shut before the anorexic gremlin doing cartwheels of glee outside it has a chance to wheedle its way in.)
.
I'll miss her (I'm sure the feeling is not mutual) She is an enormous support to me and I couldn't have come this far without her. She has a very old head on her young shoulders and really knows her own mind. (Funny, both those things were written in my school reports when I was 12.) You don't argue with Hannah. Well not unless you value your head. I'll just have to imagine her reaction (the ubiquitous eyeroll - must think up an emoticon for that) whenever I feel myself teetering on the brink of behaviourism.
.
I don't feel ready to be left on my own and I need to institute a pro tempore support system to prevent myself succumbing to the temptation to restrict which is still frightening pervasive. Had a little wibble as it was coming up to lunchtime. No-one around to invigilate. What to do? What to do?
.
Decided to risk interrupting Hannah's holiday and texted for help. Luckily she was on hand so could talk me through making the sandwich. Now all I have to do is eat it.
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I'm pretty proud of myself actually. Sitting on my own and eating a proper sandwich. I concede it was one rather than one and a half, but still I gave myself a bloody good pat on the back. Well done! (I'm allowed to say that).
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