“You’re done today,” he said. “You’re going home. Relax.” He gave me permission to treat myself to dessert. No longer did I have to hack and slash at myself on the road to betterment: But what about calories? But what about carbs? But what about inflammation? Instead, I surrendered to my basest instincts. But what if I want to? But what if this feels right for me, right now? I ate the cookie. I ate two. I went to bed and cried for an hour at three p.m. I held a grudge for a week before I was ready to let it go. I did all the bad things. I didn’t feel bad about them. And the world didn’t
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This is important. Learn to rest
