I've got personal emails coming to each of you who commented on yesterday's post. I was so touched. There wasn't even a single slightly negative-leaning comment and turns out a lot of us are struggling with wanting to eat all the donuts when stressed or sad or emotional or just breathing.
I think we're gonna be okay, though.
I promise to keep talking my way through this as best I can and to also break up all the waist-size/fragile self-esteem talk with lots of pictures of Kyle or thoughts on this season's The Bachelor. (OMG, is this the worst batch of women ever to appear on a reality dating show or what? How has Ben not walked to the front of a rose ceremony yet and been all, "Peace, I'm out, you're all batshit." They're all a considerable step down from Ashley. How is that possible?)
Anyway, last night I went to bed at 8:15 despite really needing to clean, cook, and work-out. I said to myself: "Uh, no, actually you need to watch The Vampire Diaries and go to bed." So I listened to myself.
This is the first step I've been meaning to tell you guys about. Listening to my gut. My gut is the exact opposite of those whispers I mentioned yesterday. My gut is a genius and knows exactly what it's talking about. It wants me to be a rockstar who doesn't just achieve goals but makes those goals my bitch. My gut screams at me every day and often I ignore the heck out of it.
When my gut talks, I'm trying really hard to listen now.