being in love with your own life doesn’t mean you have to be perfect, in fact I am far from it.
being in love with my life, for me, means:
a few glasses of a nice chianti
antipasto for dinner
crusty, delicious bread swathed in olive oil
buying flowers and looking at them
working from home in my bathrobe
staying home from the gym and reading
a tidy-ish home
lots of time indoors & outdoors
waking up early and reading in bed
my very own cold brew
I am finding that sometimes saying YES also means saying NO.
When I am loving myself I sometimes have to say YES to staying in bed, or to staying inside and watching TV.
I know I need to get back on track with really exercising. The kind of exercise that makes you sweat and makes you uncomfortable. But to be honest, I really only like yoga and walking. I do weights, I do cardio, I do core and ab workouts because I HAVE to, not because I LIKE to. I’m thinking, maybe now I’ll start doing MORE workouts I LIKE, and see where that gets me in a month versus trying and failing to get up to do something I DISLIKE.
And here’s the thing, too. I like the eat man, I like to drink. Spoke with my father yesterday about unwinding with wine, and our reaction was the same – YOLO.
So I’ll drink my wine, and some days when it’s not a good idea, I won’t drink, but I’ll be less stringent about only drinking X amount of days per week. And less stringent about food, too. Because everything will work out fine just following the 80/20 rule.
Everything will work out fine.