It’s become very apparent that everyone is trying to stay in their routine, or doing MORE than usual. Quarantine has become the time to improve ourselves, find new hobbies, eat better, and workout all the time.
I’d love to go into great detail about my very busy weekend, but we all know that I haven’t done anything. Unfortunately, none of us are really doing anything anymore. Honestly the most exciting part of my days have been going out for a walk in the sun. BUT, what can ya do.
The pactice of self care has really taken off lately, and it’s no secret that I’m a big believer in it! I think it’s really important to put a focus on yourself regularly. We live in a society that almost praises those who wear themselves out. It’s almost like a competition of misery sometimes.
As someone who dealt with a negative body image, and an eating disorder that followed, I feel it’s my responsibility to share how I was able to pull myself out of it for anyone who may need.
It seems my weekends have two repeatable themes. Do nothing but sit on the couch all day and night, or find myself at a concert. This weekend I managed to do both pretty flawlessly.
Imagine feeling that the person you share all parts of your life with doesn’t know who you are. Not great right? Now imagine you’re thinking of all the things he SHOULD know, and realize that he doesn’t know because you’ve never shared that part of you, or don’t do those things anymore. How could he know that version of me?
There are many ideas of what self care is. Most examples come in the form of journaling, exercise, reading, face masks, etc. However what I’m about to suggest, is basically the opposite of what everyone thinks of.