I do not want to be that girl who feels shame about my body. I’ve covered this before, right? But today I made a few decisions outside of my routine that edged me towards the ho-dum-body-shame-crap-spiral.
For one, I didn’t run this morning. To be honest, I was tired. I felt like I hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep and I wanted to spend more time in the morning reading. So I didn’t run.
For two, I went to happy hour after work where I indulged in two glasses of wine and a light smattering of bar appetizers.
For three, I had the most delicious s’mores crepe with strawberries at the crepe restaurant next to the bar.
This is all out of my routine for a Wednesday night, which usually involves a volleyball game (I’m in-between seasons). And I was feeling guilty . . . why am I having a treat if I didn’t exercise? Do I deserve to be out when I was lazy in the morning?
So crap like that. And this is the whole trap . . . getting so caught up and worried about the body and eating that your brain doesn’t have time for all the more important and wonderful things happening:
- Bonding with coworkers and friends
- Happiness at a productive workday; after I’ve been feeling uninspired lately I felt energetic at work today
- The joy of slow sipping a Cabernet Sauvignon
- Dinner with my friend, with good conversation and a damn good crepe
Those moments of connection are what we should be counting. Not calories.
With Love,
Natalie