I’m fed up of this blog just being moan moan moan/rant rant rant. It wasn’t what I intended!
I am (or perhaps used to be?) a very positive person, and feel I should be more appreciative of the things I have, and the smaller things in life which make me smile. Recovering from anorexia is a lot harder than I ever imagined it to be and at times I have felt incredibly down and frustrated. This is why I wrote this list. When I’m feeling awful and can’t see any light at the end of the tunnel, I glance over it to remind myself that recovery is definitely worth it.
Here is an extensive, but not exhaustive list of things about me.
(I’m aware that sounds horribly egocentric)
* Freshly washed bedding, it’s possibly my favourite thing.
Sitting outside, eyes closed, with the warm sun on my face.
* My friend’s son, who never fails to make me smile and amaze me.
Reminiscing with friends.
* Standing underneath a lovely hot shower for as long as I want.
Giving people presents, and seeing the look on their face.
* Really cold, crisp, bright sunny mornings.
Chocolate. In any form.
* Walking through the forest in the Autumn.
Vinyl albums and singles.
* The “light bulb effect” – when I’ve taught a child something they didn’t know before, and they really ‘get it’.
Making collages aka ‘cutting & sticking’.
* Diet coke.
Music festivals: standing in a field with my friends watching bands, and drinking lager at 9am because it’s perfectly normal at Glastonbury.
* Home Alone 1 & 2.
Jam, honey and marmalade.
* The smell of candles, matches and petrol (NB: Not good as a combination).
* Stationery. Pens, pencils, notepads you name it. Love it.
Music. Indie, soul and Motown preferably. I can’t possibly choose my favourite band, but my fondest memories are dancing and singing like a maniac with my friends at the hundreds of gigs we travelled to over the country.
* Hugging tall people.
* Singing loudly when nobody is around.
My family. I don’t tell them enough. They would, and do, do anything for me.
A really good cup of tea, it’s hard to beat.
Tea and toast.
* My room being tidy (rare).
Reading a really good book which I can’t put down.
* Free biscuits in hotels.
Good packaging. I don’t know why, I just like it.
* Going to a comedy gig and finding it’s just as good, if not better than you hoped it would be.
The smell (and taste) of baking.
* Snow days.
The fact my dog, who is absolutely ancient still looks like a puppy. Eeek. Not any more (R.I.P April 2012)
* Driving with the windows down, music on, singing without a care in the world.
* Getting a parcel in the post from my friend living at the other end of the country.
Being reunited with ^^
* Being organised.
* Big snuggely hoodies.
Bring wrapped up warm in front of the fire when it’s freezing outside.
* Seeing how excited my Mum gets about Christmas.
Eating chocolate on Christmas morning before breakfast and not feeling guilty.
* Warm scones with jam.
The buzz after a really really good gig.
* When the sun is low and a misty pink/purple.
A smile from a (non creepy) stranger.
* Wrapping presents.
Hearing my Mum and Dad belly laugh. I’ve made them ridiculously stressed, I love to see and hear them be happy.
* Ice cream.
The rare occasions when my hair looks how I want it to.
* Receiving compliments.
* Going out for a lovely meal.
* Geordie accents.
The time of year when we’re finally allowed to put the fire on.
My favourite word is dodecahedron.
My second favourite word is serendipity.
I fully appreciate a really good cake.
Masterchef, Grand Designs and Relocation Relocation are my guilty pleasures.
As are Girls Aloud. And Justin Timberlake.
Things I’d love to do:
Gain the remaining credits I need for a full Masters degree.
Read a wider range of books.
Get a job in a school I love.
Learn to cook.
Go skiing or snowboarding.
Feel confident in heels and/or skirts.
Learn to play the bass guitar I’ve had for 3 years.
Be able to afford to move out and have my own place again.
And finally, be completely and utterly 100% free of disordered eating.