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Recently I’ve been feeling like I live to eat rather than eating to live. If you’ve been there then you know how I feel. I’ve gained some weight, lost my workout motivation and eaten way to much junk the past few weeks. Today I hit an all time low, listening to Elton John “the one” with tears falling down my cheeks. As soon as some old school Kayne came on after, I was back to my normal self. You know when you tell yourself diet starts tomorrow for a week, that turns into two, that turns into three?! Well that’s where I’m at.
I ate breakfast (way too much of it) put on a bathing suit (for the second time all summer) and told Aspen to get ready. We were going to the beach.
Like the rest of the year, this summer has been far from normal. I’ve worked, indulged, and given up on dating apps once and for all. Not that I ever gave them a solid try (since 2016 at least). But that doesn’t mean I’m not lonely, not comparing myself to every other person on the planet getting married and having the perfect family, or regret certain decisions this past year. BUT I’ve always been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.
With just a few weeks left of summer, and sitting to reflect, I’ve decided to label summer of 2020 the summer of self-love rather than self loathe. Recognition is the first step.
