Happy 2017, y'all.
I spent NYE at a house party with friends. Low-key, good conversation, finger foods.
I overate, and woke up with severe acid indigestion at 4AM. Not to put too much description to it, but ultimately, I barfed.
As it turns out, that was the precursor to waking up later in the morning with a full blown case of whatever Matt has had for the past two weeks. A cold with cough, sinus probs. It is what it is, but what it is, is crappy. I managed, in throwing up, to pull a neck muscle, because, of course. And it's fine, I'm fine. I just have a sinus headache, can't turn my head very well, and I'm being extremely cautious about eating.
That said, it's New Year's Day, so... I had to get in my black-eyed peas and greens. And since the kitchen is in upheaval from painting, I did what I had to do. I went to Cracker Barrel. That's not really a sacrifice. I like Cracker Barrel. I got us two dinners to go, and they were good. I ate slowly, really tried to be mindful. But the house is really paint-fumey, Piper was extremely interested in our dinners, and Matt is in the process of shopping for a new trash can for the kitchen. So, you know, baby steps.
With the meal of greens (for wealth), peas (for luck), and cornbread (for gold) eaten, now the last thing I need to consider to get this year started is my New Year's Resolution.
This is, verbatim, what I posted to Facebook this morning:
And what I mean by that is this. I need to cut myself a damn break when I screw up, which I am apt to do.
I read, earlier this year (then re-read the other day) a book by Jen Sincero called "You are a Badass". In it, she recommends that you go easy on yourself when it comes to self-talk:
"Replace I'm a monster with I'm just a little bunny, working through my issues."
So, I'm taking it to heart. At 4AM, fresh out of a post-vomming shower, I was giving myself a lecture about getting my shit together, not overeating, getting healthy, and so on and so on.
But what good does that do? I already felt like hot hammered garbage. I was exhausted, clearly out of balance. Why not just remind myself that I'm a little bunny working through my issues and try to get a little rest?
So, that's the plan. Kindness and self-care. This is the year. I swear. I really mean it.
Happy New Year!
* I decided to review my blog to see what I had chosen as my resolutions in years past. Turns out I used the same title "You say you want a resolution?" not once, but twice before. In 2014 an 2015. Classic Allison.
I spent NYE at a house party with friends. Low-key, good conversation, finger foods.
I overate, and woke up with severe acid indigestion at 4AM. Not to put too much description to it, but ultimately, I barfed.
As it turns out, that was the precursor to waking up later in the morning with a full blown case of whatever Matt has had for the past two weeks. A cold with cough, sinus probs. It is what it is, but what it is, is crappy. I managed, in throwing up, to pull a neck muscle, because, of course. And it's fine, I'm fine. I just have a sinus headache, can't turn my head very well, and I'm being extremely cautious about eating.
That said, it's New Year's Day, so... I had to get in my black-eyed peas and greens. And since the kitchen is in upheaval from painting, I did what I had to do. I went to Cracker Barrel. That's not really a sacrifice. I like Cracker Barrel. I got us two dinners to go, and they were good. I ate slowly, really tried to be mindful. But the house is really paint-fumey, Piper was extremely interested in our dinners, and Matt is in the process of shopping for a new trash can for the kitchen. So, you know, baby steps.
With the meal of greens (for wealth), peas (for luck), and cornbread (for gold) eaten, now the last thing I need to consider to get this year started is my New Year's Resolution.
This is, verbatim, what I posted to Facebook this morning:
One major resolution for the New Year that breaks out into lots of little micro-resolutions. And that is to be kinder... to myself. Don't worry, though. The more I'm squared away, the kinder I can be to you, too. Not you, specifically - the editorial you.
And what I mean by that is this. I need to cut myself a damn break when I screw up, which I am apt to do.
I read, earlier this year (then re-read the other day) a book by Jen Sincero called "You are a Badass". In it, she recommends that you go easy on yourself when it comes to self-talk:
"Replace I'm a monster with I'm just a little bunny, working through my issues."
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So, I'm taking it to heart. At 4AM, fresh out of a post-vomming shower, I was giving myself a lecture about getting my shit together, not overeating, getting healthy, and so on and so on.
But what good does that do? I already felt like hot hammered garbage. I was exhausted, clearly out of balance. Why not just remind myself that I'm a little bunny working through my issues and try to get a little rest?
So, that's the plan. Kindness and self-care. This is the year. I swear. I really mean it.
Happy New Year!
* I decided to review my blog to see what I had chosen as my resolutions in years past. Turns out I used the same title "You say you want a resolution?" not once, but twice before. In 2014 an 2015. Classic Allison.
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