Because Valentines Day falls right in the middle of February, love is a big theme of the month. As I mentioned a few days ago, it’s important to remember other kinds of love besides romantic love. This post is all about self-love. It’s not even just about dating yourself—though that’s a good one too. I mean in the most basic sense. I always like to go back to the fact that on airplanes, you’re instructed to put on your own oxygen mask before helping those around you. In a culture that puts a lot of emphasis on
workaholism a strong work ethic and selflessness, it can be hard to remember that we really do need to help ourselves before we can help others.
1.) Cook yourself something nice. It could be something simple as a fancier-than normal breakfast instead of cold cereal or a beautiful fresh piece of fish at dinner. What would you make for company but not think to fuss over for yourself? Give yourself permission to tune out distractions like the computer, chop the hell out of some veggies, and enjoy. Wine (or mimosa, if it’s brunch) totally optional.
2.) Prioritize sleep. No apologizing, no excuses. You deserve a good night’s rest. If you have a hard time settling down, write your thoughts in a journal or make a to-do list for the next day to clear your head before it hits the pillow.
3.) Be physically active. Whether you hit the gym, the slopes, or simply walk around your neighborhood, enjoy the endorphin boost and the just-flew-in-from-somewhere-awesome glow.
4.) Treat yourself to a massage, manicure, or some other pampering that makes you feel relaxed.
5.) Buy yourself flowers. Even the $2.99 arrangements from the grocery store count.
6.) Write yourself a thank-you note for all the good work. If you have to, pretend you’re writing to your best friend or a beloved family member. Set it aside to open at a later date when you’re in need of some encouragement.
7.) Give yourself permission to let something go. Be it a toxic friend or lover, an old idea that doesn’t serve you well anymore, or even a to-do list item that really doesn’t need to be done—say goodbye and don’t look back.
8.) Hydrate! It’s easy to forget to drink enough water when it’s freezing cold out, your body needs enough H2O to do its job. Bring your own bottle and keep it by your desk or somewhere else you’ll see it throughout the say as a reminder to drink up.
9.) Try a probiotic. Invite the good bacteria to the party to help ward off illness and GI upset. You can also make a conscious effort to consume more yogurt, kimchee or try kombucha, a fermented tea drink. My favorite flavor is ginger.
10.) Choose your own adventure. Whatever it is you’re thinking of, go do it!
How do you show yourself love?
Do you ever just get so tired you feel like a raging idiot?
In the past few weeks since starting my new job, I’ve done some funny sh!t:
- walked smack into a wall while getting ready for bed—so hard I had a bruise for a whole week. Totally sober, might I add, just not wearing my glasses in the dark. If I had a ring on the “taken” finger, I’d probably have gotten pulled aside at work and asked if things were okay at home.
- ordered some chia seeds and had them shipped to my old address
- wrote “2017” for the date. Um…
- made a recipe I should have known I wouldn’t love—the recipe itself is actually an awesome easy dinner idea, but I was so out of it, I forgot that I am not a fan at all of Laughing Cow wedges—they make me feel like I’d been tricked into eating “diet food.”
- almost wrote a tube feed order for 1000 ml/hr instead of 100. Whoops.
- forgot to take off my bra for a massage. The massage therapist actually unhooked it for me when I was lying face-down and helped me out of it. It was both cute and weird.
And to think I have a f***ing Masters degree now…
Do you do stupid and/or weird stuff when you’re tired?
I think studying for the RD exam is seeping into my brain a little too much. Last night I dreamed I opted out of a second date with a guy because he told weird stories about making chocolate-covered NYC sewer crawfish for his neighbors during Hurricane Sandy and talked a big game about glycogen when he had no idea what he was saying. I also got caught in some kind of race and woke up trying to figure out a route home and worried about dead mice falling from the ceiling and collecting under my bed. Awesome.
A few times during the night I also woke up because my iTunes had opened up on its own and started playing music. I eventually gave up and shut the machine down. What gives? Either Mercury retrograde is totally f***ing with me or I have a ghost buddy who likes the Apples in Stereo song “Winter Must Be Cold.” I hadn’t even thought of that song in roughly seven years, and you’d think that was the first song in my iTunes library, but nope. Not even close. So whatever.
The morning started well, though. I just got back from a free Dancelates class—it wasn’t my favorite thing ever but the instructor was great and it was fun to try something new. Time to start the day for real. Hello Tuesday, let’s do this thing.
Have you had any weird dreams lately?
Happy Sunday, guys. Hope you’re enjoying a lovely weekend. I was feeling a little under the weather on Saturday, but I’m convinced there are few things 10 hours of sleep can’t fix. The fog and low-grade fever are gone and the sun even came out a little Sunday morning.
Friday I went to hear some live music in Astoria and had dinner at 5 Napkin Burger beforehand. I think my body might be trying to readjust after pulling one of those “I’m just gonna lose a few pounds because I can” the way it does whenever I go through a major life change—it would be silly for me to discount the end of the internship as a big deal. I ate every bit of my meal (which would normally fill me up) and then was hungry again an hour later.
Saturday I was feeling crappy so I laid low. Basically the only reason I left the apartment was to go check out a reflexology place near me. Holy s*** it was amazing. It hurt so good it kind of tickled. I was in bed by 10 pm after giving the first couple episodes of Downton Abbey a try on Amazon Prime free streaming. I think I get what all the fuss is about, but not sure I’ll stick with it.
This morning I woke up feeling a lot better, though I’m kind of impressed by my own under-eye circles. I also spilled boiling water on my hand making tea but was fine. Hey, whatever works. I did some good stretching and then when to pick up a baguette, brie, and Bordeaux for an Oscars party tonight. I’ve never been to one, since I’ve always had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn on Monday, so I’m looking forward to having a good time.
What have you been up to this weekend? Have you ever been to an Oscars party?
Do you ever go through phases where your sleep pattern gets thrown off? For whatever reason, it seems February is an historically bad time for me in that respect. It doesn’t help that I’m an extremely light sleeper. I’m calmer about it than I used to be, but it’s still frustrating. Fortunately, my schedule is flexible enough right now to allow for naps, and plenty of coffee. Somehow, I am one of those people who can down two cups of the regular stuff—black—and take an hour-long catnap right after. I’m also lucky enough to be able to get a jolt from decaf, so whatever works!
A recent study looked at sleep patterns and diet, but for better or worse, the factors aren’t always dietary. There’s stress, environmental stuff, and all other manner of things. Most of us may feel at some point or other that a good night’s sleep is like a cocktail it’s hard to nail the recipe for. Read the rest of this entry »
Though I’ve found the outpatient and educational components of this rotation very interesting, the recipe project we have to do has been really stressful. I understand it’s an important part of the learning experience, but my goodness. I’ve been needing a lot of extra yoga and meditation time. My body seems to make time for it even when I don’t ask it to.
For example, the morning of our first presentation began at 3:30 a.m. Fitful half-sleep, strange dreams…I’d been planning a rest day but unrolled my yoga mat around 4:30 in the spirit of “when life hands you sleeplessness…” Insomnia yoga is practice I dabbled in during undergrad and rediscovered last year. 7 a.m. found me in the hospital kitchen, stemming and slicing several pounds of grapes before moving on to dicing apples and assembling 51 chicken salad wraps. I was actually grateful to have something to do with my hands—it helped me both to relax and to stay awake. However, I also had to run around looking for the people I needed to nail down last-minute details. By show-time, I was ready to face-plant on the display table.
I tasted the salad to make sure it was ok, but I hate mayonnaise and tarragon, and the walnuts in the butternut squash salad were a no-go, and my epi-pen was in my locker. Ideally, my partner and I would have made a recipe we both liked, but the options from which we could choose were fairly slim, especially since we had to work the tarragon in, and we wanted to do something seasonal and colorful. I snuck in a few minutes before setting up shop to eat some parm-crusted tilapia and braised red cabbage. Totally the right decision. Because I was so hungry and wiped out, it was basically the best thing I’d ever eaten.
Unfortunately, I was still pretty low energy. Sitting at the table trying to entice dubious customers to try this healthy recipe, I must have looked like caffeinated death with a swipe of eyeliner. I kept thinking, “If Britney Spears survived 2007, I can totally get through this project.”
However, there were some really nice people who stopped by to chat about nutrition, so that made up for some of the, “No, I don’t want to try your god-awful lunch special” stares. I can’t say I blamed those folks, though—I mean, I didn’t eat it, and I made it. I did manage to encourage a lot of people to buy it though. It was interesting to note, however, that the main reason female customers declined was because it had meat in it, and most of the men who said no stated it was because they didn’t like butternut squash. Interesting…The lunch combo sold out at the site my partner was at, though, so who knows.
We’re doing this again on Thursday, so we’ll see how it does. I’ll be at a smaller hospital in a very different neighborhood, so I’m curious to see the response.
<strong>Are you good at selling stuff? What do you do when you can’t sleep?
I was shocked when I woke up and still had lights this morning. I know New Yorkers like to act all cavalier about sh!t but this storm has been pretty scary. I think the scariest part is how much worse it was in other places—it was an odd sensation, acknowledging my own fear but knowing that I had it a lot better than folks in other parts of the city and other parts of the east coast.
I will admit, though, the wind was really scary last night. I live pretty high up, and one of my walls is basically all window. Most of the time, this is awesome, but not when there’s, like, 90 mph winds. After seeing that a bunch of my neighbors had taped their windows, I did the same, but I was still really nervous, listening to the glass groan. Since I knew I had to be at the hospital the next day and wanted to get some decent shut-eye, I finally did something silly but brilliant…
Yeah…I totally made a nest in my closet and slept in it. I have to admit, it was some of the best sleep I’ve had recently! And I ended up needing it…after serving breakfast to staff, I was reassigned to clinical today. My whole body feels like I worked out like a crazy person all day.
Tomorrow is going to be another adventure, I’m sure. I’ve been told that I may be called in to do some foodservice stuff starting at 6:30 a.m. It is what it is, though! Hope everyone is staying safe!