My New Year’s resolution for 2007 was to take care of myself, which I considered a doable challenge I could actually achieve. Well, it’s been about two weeks, so how am I doing?
If I were to give myself a grade right now, it would be a C-. Why is it so freakin’ hard to be good to myself?
Sure, I’ve done a few nice things just for me. One evening after a long day, I tried out my new pedicure massage spa, a Christmas gift from my husband. We went out for a Saturday night date while our friends John and Marla babysat our daughter. But I also found myself eating junk food or watching TV and counting those activities toward my resolution. I guess I was only cheating myself.
The trouble is, I’m so used to not thinking of me that I just plain forget about my resolution. By the time I remember, it’s when I’m running through my never-ending mental checklist as I drift off to sleep. (Some people count sheep, I count things I still need to do!)
But despite some setbacks, I resolve to keep trying. I’m going out tonight for dinner and drinks with my old pal Michelle. Tomorrow, I’m taking a vacation day from work to spend time with Cassie. And I also have started eating healthier, which means I can take care of myself with every bite I take.
After all, as the L’oreal slogan goes, I’m worth it!