A few days ago, I woke up feeling like I’d spent the whole night running into a brick wall.
There was nothing out of the ordinary about this morning; I was just done. I was sick of eating junk food, watching TV all night long between J.J.’s feedings, going too many days without a shower, and forgetting to brush my teeth or wash my face.
That day – the day I woke up feeling like total crappity crap – I plotted out a little intervention for myself. I decided that I was DONE with:I’m exhausted. My self-care’s been lacking ever since J.J. came home, and I just have not been able to figure out when to exercise and how to maintain some semblance of healthy self-care.
1. Eating junk food all night long during J.J.’s feedings;
2. Having a TV show constantly playing in the background while at home with the boys;
3. Ignoring self-care and hygiene; and,
4. Zoning out of my life because I’m feeling too overwhelmed to zone in.
It’s only been three days, but I’m already feeling so much better.
It’s so hard to keep from slipping back into old habits. When I’m stressed or overwhelmed, I always, always, fall into my vices of caffeine, junk food, and background TV noise. It’s inevitable; much as I wish it weren’t so, this is just what I do.
I’m not going to waste any time worrying about when I’ll slip back into these vices again. Today, I’m just grateful that I feel a little less out of control. I showered this morning; I’ve gone for a run every day for three days; I haven’t been watching TV on the phone while playing with my boys; and I feel hydrated and (somewhat) well-rested. Life is good.