I didn’t realize until I was in the middle of eating them but I’d not rushed right out as soon as I realized I could eat normally again to gorge on real tacos. That was fixed yesterday and I had delicious tacos and it was so good and I am so happy and it was just perfect.
This whole weekend was perfect, really.
It was, like, the first back to my actual, normal life feeling weekend in forever. And nothing really exciting happened. It was just me and my boyfriend hanging out, making each other laugh, doing boyfriend/girlfriend things, running errands, eating, and watching our little dogs be dogs. And I loved every damn minute of it and I’m just so happy.
I started my period yesterday and I bloat like a beast and I feel like I’ve not really cared about how much or what I’ve been eating so I was scared when I got on the scale this morning. For no reason. Because while I’ve not lost, I’ve not gained, either. I’m exactly where I was on weigh in Thursday! Woo!
That caused me to reflect and while I did eat like a person not on a diet I also didn’t really eat as much as I felt I had and I still did a lot of moving around so I’m on the right track. Yay!
I saw a photo of a hippie lady doing yoga with her kids while she’s freely bleeding from her vagina and to this I say “no, lady, you’re doing this wrong.” I agree that our periods need to be less of a secret and I applaud the commercials that are making it more normal for teens and women to be seen handing each other tampons and pads out in the open instead of under the cover of night but we don’t need to go overboard and bleed on our kids. For fuck’s sake, you guys, stop ruining everything by being so goddamned extreme.
I’m now 60% through “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck” and I’m even more convinced that everyone needs to listen to/read this book. Now, it does sort of ignore some socioeconomic aspects of lives that can/will make it harder for some people to get to a place of being able to own their choices and accept that we are all 100% responsible for our choices and ourselves. He mentions therapy and not everyone can afford therapy in order to get to that place and I get that. But this book is still really good and highlighting what I’ve tried to get some other people to understand, which is “Yeah, people suck and it’s their fault that they’ve treated you like shit but they are not responsible for you feeling like shit. You’re making choices to keep yourself focused on that and making choices to not make yourself a bit more happy.” YOU are responsible for YOU. I know far too many people that don’t understand this and they place their happiness on the backs of everyone around them. They’ll never be happy until they understand they are the one in the charge.
Again, that is not to say that I think I’m some perfect example of how to be. I have many, many flaws that I am aware of and, likely, a few that I’m not. But I’m trying to work on them and when I fuck up I apologize. But I accepted about 10-ish years ago that I am the only one responsible for me and my life and my joy and since then my life has just grown and flourished. I’ve stumbled a long the way and I even put the blame on another person. But as soon as I took it off of them and back on me? Happy returned even stronger! So, again, I’m not perfect but I am in charge of me.
I hope everyone had a good weekend and is starting the week off well.