Inputs, Choices, & Self-Care, Oh My!

Tonight I’m gonna eat gluten and processed sugar and maybe even dairy and watch scripted reality TV about hot 20–something sex addicts who learn what real love is while only wearing bathing suits at a secluded luxury beach resort.  Then I’m going to pass out, wake up, and wonder why my digestion is whack, I hate my body, and I feel all alone in the world.

OR I could get out of the house right now right this second, take a walk, call a friendly, and generate alternate plans for the evening.  A wise man once said, “it’s good to have choices.” I’m gonna keep going.