March And Chill. Sort Of Like Netflix And Chill, But Not Stupid.
My resolution for March is no resolution what-so-ever. I'm tired, like super tired. The kids are killing my energy level, I'm 20 pounds heavier this year than last year (which kills even MORE energy), and I am once again trying to lay off all of the bad vices in my life. It's fucking exhausting. So this month I am giving myself a break and not putting anymore added stresses on my shoulders. These shoulders are about to break, yo.
Instead, I'm going to read more, enjoy the sunshine, have a cocktail if I want to, and try to breathe through my anxiety as best I can. I'm going to try and remain positive, even when life hands me a shit sandwich. I won't beat myself up for taking naps. I will try my damndest not to compare my body to all the skinny minnies on the beach. However, I will still NEVER embrace these new 20 pounds, because fuck that. Come June, this shit is GONE. But, if I want to eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's or a box of White Castle burgers, I'm going to, because I'm a grown ass bitch and junk food is delicious, especially when you are hiding in a closet eating it so you don't have to share it with the kids that forced you to stress eat the junk food in the first place!
March is my month to stop being so hard on myself. March is my month to laugh more. Smile lines are okay, welcome even. March Madness be gone. This bitch is ready for March Chill.