Taking care of yourself and picking up poop
I’m so passionate about taking care of yourself on the inside first and foremost with diet and fitness and in every possible way we can heal ourselves from deep within.
But the other day I realized just how important taking care of yourself on the outside is as well. I realized it in such a silly way.
I was walking Chewie and noticed something I do often that I am not proud of at all and try hard not to do but still do at times.
Sometimes I don’t pick up Chewie’s poop.
Yeah I know, gross me. But I just don’t. If it’s raining, or too cold or if I’ve been good and picked it up for months straight and feel I deserve a rebellious break. Or if I am just plain old too lazy. Sometimes I just don’t pick up Chewie’s poop.
He has really healthy poop anyway.
I noticed that if a yard is nicely kept up, I will never leave Chewie’s poop just laying there. First of all I feel like everyone in the neighborhood will know I did it and second of all I can’t just destroy beautifully kept grass like that.
There’s not a second thought before I pick up the poop. It’s automatic.
I realized that I feel almost, okay not fully but almost.. guilt free when I don’t pick it up from a messy, unkept lawn.
Forgive me, but it’s true. When I am lazy-ly strolling along with Chewie and don’t feel like picking up some poop or wasting my waste bags. There isn’t a deep sense of guilt about not picking it up when the yard is not so very nice.
Do the owners of that lawn deserve that? Of course not. But I can’t help how I feel.
There’s no deep desire to help keep a lawn clean when it is not taken care of. My bad.
So I was thinking about me as a human being just strolling along my day to day life and how much of a slob I can be.
Unless I am going to school, everyday you can usually find me in a sports cap, t-shirt, scrub pants or yoga pants. Due to my nurse job and my constantly going to hot yoga and me not ever knowing what to do with my hair.
Usually I’m terrified of running into anyone I know.
I am ashamed of this. As hard as I want to and as much as I tell myself I will start looking put together in my everyday life, I just keep failing.
Taking care of yourself on the inside is more important than anything. But there is real magic in putting in the effort and picking out an outfit you really like to wear.
When I make the effort to do this, I notice a change in my energy, mood and of course how people react to my presence.
I mean magazines don’t sell themselves right? We as humans love to look at people and things that are well taken care of.
I was listening to a church sermon one day and the priest was talking about dressing up for God on the daily. Making God proud about your presence on this earth. It really resonated with me but I obviously didn’t put it to play.
I’ve been better with looking like I care when I’m going to the gym. Looking better makes me feel better. Even if I’m about to become a sweaty mess.
This doesn’t mean expensive things. Even when I just blow dry the front of my hair and dab some concealer on I feel way better than just throwing on my sports cap and some sunblock!
Tomorrow I will probably roll out of bed, put my sports cap on, scrub pants, sunblock and head out the door.
But damn it I am going to start making a true effort into getting myself ready in the mornings. No matter where I’m going. Even if that means just dabbing some concealer on after throwing on my hat.
Ciao, Te amo!