I feel like a butterfly who keeps reverting back into a caterpillar. Larvae. Weird, right? (Especially since “Larva” was a nickname my best friends gave me. Now THAT’s weird.)
Every new year, new month (sometimes week), or with the passing of a birthday, I start anew.
And then, I revert.
I start drinking mojitos & eating chips & salsa at a going away party for people I don’t even know!
Who is that girl? That’s not me!
I certainly wouldn’t miss a therapy appointment for a couple of mojitos, would I? (Yes, yes, I did. Not that I did it on purpose, mind you. I’m just not all that organized sometimes…) Or well, that’s not the girl that I want to be.
I want to be on top of things. Not missing appointments. Not ordering yummy sugary drinky-poos, when really I should be at the gym, drinking water, and feeling better about myself.
Because that’s just it: I don’t feel good about myself when I don’t treat myself right.
*** Lightbulb goes off ***
So here we are, the beginning of a new month. And another new beginning. Let’s DO this.