I'm still here. Still committed to the program. The question to ponder for the day is related to exercise. I can’t remember the last time I exercised. How is exercise defined again!? Can I count the 5 minutes of sit-dancing that I did last night as part of the online choir? I’m not sure if that counts but I certainly enjoyed doing that as part of a group online – it made me smile. I perform stretches every morning for about 20 minutes – I guess that helps with keeping my muscles flexible. Apart from that I went for a short, slow stroll to the corner shop about a week ago. I haven’t done any proper exercise since before March 2021 and even then, it was only once every 2-3 weeks. When I’m in the right frame of mind, and in little or no pain I enjoy exercise, although, in the back of my mind during exercise I'm still scared that the pain will start again or that the exercise will trigger pain. So I suppose exercise makes me feel anxious and scared and that’s why it is rare that I do it. I have had times where exercise has made me feel happy but those times were before the onset of my chronic pain problems, with no fear and no worries. I miss those times. As part of today's activities, I also had to note down three traumatic events that have happened to me in the past. Three major, life changing events were noted - one when I was aged 22 (I found out I had four siblings I never knew about), a second when I was aged 23 (I don't want to go into details of this issue) and a third when I was aged 24 (my father died); I also gave birth to my daughter when I was 24 (not a traumatic event but still a big change in my life). These events were not insignificant and I realised they all happened within a short space of time. It's interesting that my pain started when I was 26.....not long after the previously mentioned three events. During my 25th year I also had a serious health scare (I had some pre-cancerous cells detected) for which I had to undergo painful, invasive treatment and during my 26th year I also had another major on-going stressful issue with my partner (my daughters father) which ultimately led to me leaving him when I was aged 27 and I have been a single parent ever since. Reflecting on these events has led me to conclude that my twentieth decade was one which I would not want to return to and certainly were not the happiest years of my life. To say these were bad years would be an understatement!