How I Fell Madly in Love in January.. with Myself.

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys.  Oh yeah, don’t worry, I’m not a fan either.  

Okay okay, it’s nice to tell people you love them and give out snoopy valentines and eat a bunch of garbage and get dressed up, but I can do (and do do) all that stuff whenever I want, I certainly don’t need a reserved table or date on a calendar to tell me when.  You know what I think would be a much better holiday?  

A day set aside to just love all up on yourself.  

All damn day.  Buy yourself chocolate almonds with salt on em'.  Call out of work.  Make an epic four course dinner.  Savor every delicious morsel and your ability to create such an event.  

This year, while I want to show love to everyone in my life I wanna go ahead and say it: I deserve all my attention.  In the past month I made some huge progress and fell back in love with my body.  I’ve been doing some intense listening to what it really flourishes and blooms on and also what it shrinks (expands) and withers on.  I’m eating intuitively and moving when and how I want to.  No more running miles and feeling like i’m going to die just because it “gets my heart rate up quickly and keeps it there”.  Running is horrible.  I hate it and always have.  This month, I’ve listened to my pop hits and pounded out 9 miles in antarctica on the bike without even noticing.  If I want a brownie I have a bite and take it from there.  Most of the time I’m so in tune with myself that I right away recognize 1- its too sweet and 2- it makes me feel a little like crap.  Does this happen overnight?  Cha, right.  This is journaling, habit changing, heavy introspection and mammoth doses of get realness from some amazing mentors and most importantly; myself.  

The best part about all of this?  Other than eating what I want and not feeling guilty, pushing myself at my fitness but never doing anything that’s not fun and accidentally dropping 20lbs in a month?  I’m swimming in self confidence.  Seriously.  It’s oozing from my pores.  Sometimes I’ll be leaving the gym, sweaty, unmakeup’d, spandex’d out and catch a glimpse of myself in that locker room and can’t help but take a selfie.  No kinda shame.  My body works HAM for me every day and I want to repay it.  I want to feed it delicious, organic, heavenly earth goodies that make me feel strong and clear minded.  I want to spring for a haircut or a manicure every now and then because it makes me feel glamorous.  I wanna drown myself in gold jewelry some days and skip the gym and roll around in bed.  ‘Cause, me.  The time you dedicate to your self care will circle back and improve so many other parts of your life you won’t even notice it until you’re just knee deep in sickening positivity.  Yeah, that's right; sticky, sweet, ooey-gooey, bubbly butterfly happiness.  I SAID IT.

How are you gonna show yourself some love this February 14th, or any day of this month?  What would life look like if you had a reserved amount of time just for celebrating you?