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I set up my laptop to write this post and suddenly I was overwhelmed by tiredness. And boyfriend trying to snuggle me because I got my haircut and I'm not totally feeling it? I originally went to get it cut because it was really scraggly and rough and generally making feel like depression is setting in. Not that I even feel depressed!! So I decided to get it cut and I liked it when I left the hair place. But then I got home and started doing wind down things and suddenly "Nope. Don't like it." What was an act of self care has not triggered this lovely progression of "here are all the things that are wrong..." which is not what I intended. Boyfriend is trying to help but I'm all in my head and too focused on being fat, tired, and now looking like Dora the Explorer. This is where being nice to myself has to come in. I am making moves to change the things I don't think are healthy for me and that I what I choose to focus on in this moment. 

I'm tired because I went to work at Epcot and managed to walk almost 13000 steps. I work there to support myself and my cat and to help keep myself happy and healthy. I am okay, these are just temporary thoughts I must fight off. 
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