You Can Enjoy a Break from Things You Enjoy

My sleep habits haven’t fully returned to normal yet. I spend most of the mornings operating on far too little sleep and then crashing in the afternoons which sometimes means I don’t wake up until what should be the time I go to bed. I’m working on getting back to my old schedule. Sorry for missing a post yesterday.

I had something to talk about Saturday and ended up with little time to do it so I didn’t and now being outside the moment of it makes it feel odd to talk about it. Anyone else know how that feels? Like, the moment of feels passes so trying to go back and write about it feels contrived? But I’m going to try to do it anyway!

My first two rounds, I undervalued rest days. I often went as far as to say I hated them. I don’t think I ever actually did; I think I was just scared of enjoying them. Afraid that if I liked not working out one day, that meant I liked being lazy or liked easy things or, worse, it meant I wasn’t changing myself enough and I’d end up quitting on myself. This round, my perception has changed dramatically. You can absolutely love something and still enjoy a break from it. I love being a mom, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it when she visits her Nan or Grumpa. In the same way, I love to work out, but I allow myself to actually enjoy the rest days now. There’s no negative about it. It’s restorative, it supports progress, it’s necessary. Having this new outlook has helped change my idea of balancing life. Even what we love and cherish, we can still like short breaks from it!

Gym pic this morning. That’s the same top. That’s definitely a difference I can see! The fact that I have not yet even come close to running out of boob should be a clear idea of how much of them I had. I never shared the picture on the left because that was a bad morning, and I couldn’t muster a smile. That was the last time I had that problem though. I’ve found a way to smile every day.