I’ve been giving myself a lot of crap lately – both literally and figuratively. Literally by filling my body with all of the things that make me feel tired and sluggish. This baby has been craving breakfast cereals made for children (give me all the fruity pebbles and cinnamon toast crunch 🙌🏻). And figuratively by filling my head with negative self-talk about how unhealthy I’ve been this pregnancy. I’ve also been allowing the words of others to have power over my mental and physical health.
When Rory was growing inside of me, I was hitting up classes at the gym about 3 days a week and walking 1-2 miles almost every night. I was also eating more vegetables than cereals, and healthy proteins that did not include McDonald’s cheeseburgers. That is simply not true this time around. Case in point: Brad came home from work late the other night while Rory was at my parents’ and asked me what I had for dinner. Unfortunately the answer was Cheez-Its, cereal, and a cupcake 🤦🏻♀️ I went on a two mile walk yesterday and it nearly killed me! I had to reward myself for making it through with a muffin and a latte 🙄
I know I need to be doing better. But I also know that I need to be nicer to myself. If I said to my pregnant friends any of the things I’ve been telling myself, they would tell me to 🖕🏻off and probably never speak to me again. And that’s not ok. Just like it’s not ok to eat road trip snacks for dinner every night, it’s not ok to beat myself up over it. I’m realizing that my habits won’t change unless I do, and I think that starts with more self-care and more self-love.
So here’s to spending the next 61 days making more healthy and conscious decisions. And when I slip up, not using my personal weaknesses as fuel for my next internal stand up comedy act. And here’s to learning to love ourselves despite our flaws and recognizing the amazing things we are able to do despite what we tell ourselves.