There’s A Fine Line Between Self-Care and Self-Destruction

One day last week, I woke up, consumed about 800 mg of caffeine, ate 12 Totinos pizza rolls for breakfast, sufficiently abused my legs in Body Blast class, slapped on a facemask, and then made an elaborate spreadsheet of every person I spoke to the day before, and a detailed analysis of whether or not they seemed mad at me. (Okay, I’m kidding about the spreadsheet. That was more of a mental exercise. Ha ha.)

In the afternoon, I bought stuff I didn’t need from Amazon, lunched with a friend, wrote a few things on my To Do List that I had already completed just so I could cross them off and feel accomplished, changed into bigger sweatpants so I could eat more snacks comfortably and then spent time on the couch zoning out and having a mini mental therapy session/nap. After that, I did some random phone scrolling when I should have been doing other, more productive tasks. Later in the evening, I ate a few chocolate chip cookies in bed and then let the sugar crumbs exfoliate my legs while I slept.

Do you want to know something? 

Some days I’m f*cking Wonder Woman, firing on all cylinders and getting sh*t done. Other days, I make note of the fine line between self-care and self-destruction, and then I walk right on it.

The moral of this story is to make time to relax and take care of yourself. We all deserve it.