After several days of being on an emotional roller coaster and being a little rough on myself (and given that I was, for the most part, by myself most of the day) I decided it would be a good day to be kind to me.
I set the bar low, didn’t expect a whole lot of myself. I puttered a bit here and there, spent a little time in the studio finishing up a project, cleaned up a little…to be honest, I’m not sure where the day went. But the thing I liked the best was that I didn’t say a mean thing to myself all day. I didn’t look in the mirror and tell myself how fat and ugly I am. I didn’t look at clutter and ask myself why I’m such a pig. And I didn’t think of all the different ways I disappoint myself, or blame myself for anything.
I was just kind. The way I would be with anyone else.
I reminded myself that my weight is going down. Slowly, but it’s headed in the right direction. I noticed that my piles have gotten smaller, and that the laundry was caught up. I congratulated myself for taking the trash out BEFORE the garbage truck arrived. I told myself what a good job I did for washing each dish or cup as I used it instead of leaving it on the counter and for feeding the birds before they were out of food. I paid attention to the fact that my back doesn’t hurt quite as much as it has been and gave myself kudos for doing my stretching exercises.
There was no big momentous thing that happened, but still it was a good day. I think I’ll be kind to me more often.