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I start a new job on Monday. I'm also waiting to hear on a start date for an even better job. Mal has just changed over his medication and we're watching him carefully all the while warding off any potential flare-ups. For those that don't know, my husband has an auto-immune disease called Polymyositis which basically means that the bits in your blood which heal you have decided that his muscles are foreign and bad and they attack them. It weakens him tremendously when it's active. But its currently not. Yay. Its kept controlled with medication. So the fact that he's changing said medication makes me - makes us both - incredibly wary. I've also been trying to think of ways to earn a bit of extra money in my spare time which would be put into the "moving back to the States" fund. And then theres all the research that goes with the actual move as well.
All of these things would have, at one time, stressed me out to beyond coping and I would have cupboards packed full of crisps and chocolate and biscuits and just FOOD. Very unhealthy, bad food.
And I realised that I dont need to do that. Its difficult sometimes. At times I just reach out and pick something up and its only just before it reaches my mouth that I catch myself and talk myself out of it. But the point is...I DO catch myself. And I CAN talk myself out of it. And that is happening less and less. And that, in itself, is a big difference for me.
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