I would like to say that yesterday was a self care day, but when I looked back… I realised it is way more than just caring for myself. I was actually spoiling myself.
The best thing is, I am not even sorry for that.
I was on my period, and I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable for the last couple of days at work. I have decided when I walked out the door on my last day before the day off, that I was going to treat myself with all the goodness in the world.
I went home, having a nice cold-ish shower. Had a couple of rich tea biscuits with my coffee, and fired my computer on. My hobbit was waiting…
Told my husband that I did not want to cook, and he agreed to make us the oven fish and chips for supper. LOL so much for eating healthy. But I was not complaining. Supper was sorted without me having to lift my bloody butts (no pun intended) off the chair, what am I complaining about?
Had my fish with salad instead of chips though. Not because I was being a good girl, but I genuinely prefer cold beetroot over oven chips.
More gaming after supper… The Sims 4 this time.
Now here what I wanted to address though…
As much as I love spoiling myself, I also know that I am vulnerable to gaming addiction. I am not shitting with you.
I was a heavy smoker for years, but when I decided to stop smoking I just dropped it. Never had withdrawal symptoms or anything like that. I drank a lot during my uni years, constantly poisoning my liver with the harder ones. Not even touched these two bottles of Baileys sitting on my tables I bought two months ago.
But gaming actually sent me to hospital… twice.
I am not going into details but my point is, I have less self control when it is about gaming. PC gaming especially.
Last Saturday I was up until half two on my PC. And this is obviously not good when I am trying to lose weight.
Had a lie in for an obvious reason. And just to keep my sanity still doing my weekend weigh in. Here we go…
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I take it.
I mean, late night. Hormonal imbalance. Whatever it was, I take it.
Am I bothered with the result? My last week wasn’t too good either. But am I really bothered with this result?
I have to say that I am not. Or at least, I am not anymore. Two or three years ago when the first time I did this, I would be frustrated because of the number. Now, knowing what I have learned through the years, I have the ability to focus on the bigger picture.
So far my number is going down, and that’s the only thing that matters. So far my husband and I have been eating better, his IBS hasn’t even flared since we started doing this… I think that’s just a massive positive outcome to be focused on.
And after all… Aren’t I supposed to spoil myself this day?