Yesterday was one of those star days.
Something sets them apart from the monotony of existence.
From a contented beginning to an accomplished end I recognise the achievements of the day, despite a prevailing sense of grey neutrality in my mood. Perhaps that is the separating factor in days like these; the ability to appreciate them regardless of emotional reasoning.

I went to the pool and did a good session, my indulgent gift to myself of anti-chlorine miracle-rescue shampoo and conditioner tamed my hair better than expected, and I found an extra 20p in my locker.

I had lunch. I enjoyed my sushi and tried not to feel guilty for it. I saw lots of people smiling and tried to copy them because a smile is the most welcome gift a stranger can give.

I saw a giraffe.

I went to the cinema in excellent company and though it was an emotional film I can recommend UP as a poignant and well paced commentary on life, age and adventure, as well as an inspiration to aspire to our dreams no matter how big. I cried but not in sorrow.

I tidied my bedroom, kitchen and living room so I feel more prepared for the days that follow. I did 3 loads of washing and I finally feel I'm on top of the mountain instead of being smothered by it. I cleared away the junk from the hall so I can walk through the flat un-endangered and I hoovered up the dust and crumbs that seemed to be magnetically attracted to the soles of my feet.

I got tired; sleepy. It was a good feeling. I went to bed early feeling I'd done enough to deserve it. I was content.

A day should not be judged solely on my accomplishments at meal-times. I have shown that despite mood and irregular eating pattern that there is more to life and contentment than food. To make an improvement and allow more days like this one requires energy, so the next goal is to balance a day like this against one where I do achieve a victory over the challenges set against that old enemy; Anorexia.