I ate ice cream for dinner 3 nights in a row. There, I said it. My clothes are starting to feel a bit tighter than normal. But this happens when you go through times of stress or change – to be used interchangeably. This time around I’ve been kind to myself. Kinder, I should say, than I have in the past. I haven’t been beating myself up for being the ultimate adult you can’t wait to be when you’re a kid. The kind who eats ice cream for dinner. Instead I have been reminding myself that this is temporary. That I don’t have to be mad at myself for soothing myself with ooey swirls of peanut butter, crunchy chocolate chips, and a smooth chocolate heaven. (Who can really be mad at that)?
All things are temporary and the only thing that remains constant is change. But that doesn’t mean that change is easy. THAT’S WHY WE EAT THE ICE CREAM. And that’s why we have to give ourselves a break. Life is hard enough without beating ourselves up for whatever our version of ‘not good enough’ looks like.
At the end of the day, I’m not perfect. And no one on God’s green Earth is. That’s the beautiful part, we’re all in this together – just walking each other home. But we can’t begin to think about walking anyone else home if we haven’t first started with ourselves. *Insert oxygen mask reference here.* You know what I mean. If you want to love anyone, love yourself first.
So give yourself a break. Enjoy the deluge of fudge-filled paradise, pat yourself on the back and tell yourself you’re doing a good job. Because you are. And you deserve to feel that.
All the peanut butter goodness in me sees and honors that same kid that can’t wait to be grown enough to eat pizza for breakfast in you.