I don't think it is ironic that when we pretend to be cave people, we say "ug ug." To me, an UG day=a day where the hair is absolutely rebellious, your clothes just don't look right, you feel a little chunky, and even with makeup on you look tired or unkept (cave woman at her finest.)
I think it is natural for women to be hard on themselves, especially when we are absolutely bombarded by a false impression of what we are "supposed" to look like. I admit that I have my UG days, especially after having 2 kids! Yet, I find myself feeling quite disappointed when I come across other women who are very beautiful and are completely dissatisfied and oblivious to how beautiful and special they are inside and out.
Over the past few months, I have been working on my perspective about different aspects of my life. When my "UG" thoughts have crept in, I change the perspective or environment specifically regarding the thought patterns surrounding it. I focus on the triggers and then change to find the beauty of what is going on at the exact current moment. (From breath, sounds, my kiddies, my anatomical and physiological things that work for me, and humorously my VS Very Sexy Bra (It does amazing things for the flat-chested)
So today the girls and I passed on the beer, corned beef, and cabbage, but we celebrated St. Patricks in our own way. I guess you could say we celebrated with a few leprechauns. I didn't think that I had a problem with these, but I do. Not because I purchase them. I don't. But my parents do and their cookie jar is always full of them. Whenever I am at their house and just want something sweet, I find myself wandering over to grab one. Did I say one? Remember my previous post about working out the kinks? I celebrated St. Patties with more than my fair share. New goal, "Just say No" to the cookie jar.
