Absolutely! I wished someone would save me as a child and sometimes I still do. I'm sorry no one was there to save you either, Armadillo.... but hey, here we are now, both doing much better! Now we can do what others failed to do, if it is healthy for us.

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Lots to talk about today! I'll try not to write a novel though.

I measure my physical health goals each Sunday (today is Sunday in my part of the world) and I was extremely encouraged by the results this week. Even though I haven't been jogging or walking, the tummy size is still going down, and the arm size is going up! I was a bit disappointed at first that it wasn't by much but then my sub conscious mind told me that I should adjust my scale. Inches is not an optimal scale for measuring weekly change; it's too much too fast. Thanks to this I switched to millimetres, and even though it is technically the same amount of loss/gain, those bigger numbers make me feel much more accomplished.
As a result of this, I am feeling much more secure and confident about my body. I have some scars and other blemishes from my childhood that I can't change but they serve as a reminder of what I've been through and show that I have a lot of character as a result. I'm also not in ideal shape but it's not too bad... and that's still a work in progress. Soon enough my looks will be much more to my liking.
Because of all of this, I was able to spend time outside today with a lot more of my body uncovered than I usually have. It felt great to get the fresh air and sunshine directly on my skin. Not only that, but my neighbours walked by, so I talked to them for a few minutes while not wearing a lot and it didn't bother me to have other people see me like that. I haven't written about this before but being ashamed of how I look is such a huge issue for me. It was so big that I didn't expect it would ever improve. I'm so happy to be wrong about that!
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TW: NEEDLES, SURGERY AND PAIN
--I also got my COVID vaccine shot today, which I was very nervous about. Not only because I had to go to an unfamiliar place to see unfamiliar people to inject an unfamiliar substance in to my body but also because I have a traumatic connection with needles. With all of that unfamiliarity, I was rather anxious, although not panic attack level of anxious.
I have mixed feelings about it being a muscle shot. I'll have to be careful with my strength training now, even if I don't have any other side effects. I don't do a lot of strength training, but what I do helps me feel very accomplished and energetic, so it will be challenging to miss that, even if it is for a day or two.
However, I'm very glad it wasn't an IV injection because I have a horrible memory of that. When I was a child, I had heart surgery. While it was good for me physically, it was another trauma on top of everything else. They had to break all of my ribs to get access to my heart. It was an extremely painful and difficult time in my life. Of course, such a surgery is done under anaesthesia, which is administered by IV. Anaesthesia like that doesn't feel good to begin with, at least to me, but even worse the nurse had a very difficult time getting the needle in to my vein. It took her stabbing me no less than 8 times to get it done. I've never fully recovered, needles and especially IV are still quite difficult for me mentally.
As difficult as the surgery was, it was also great. It was one of the only times in my life people showed me a lot of compassion, and actually seemed to care about how I was doing. I also got to get out of the dreaded house, which was more my prison than house. The doctors and nurses were especially nice. I don't think about it often but right now I am overwhelmingly happy to have that brief period of feeling normal, or at least loved.
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Okay, the tears are starting so I'm going to stop writing for now.
