It’s really trivial but my exercise streak is no more and I’m sad about it. I had the weirdest day yesterday — head spinning, throbbing, nausea, felt clammy — so had no choice but to hide in the bedroom with all the blinds drawn. The whole day was spent horizontal and it seems I really needed it.

Today is much better but I don’t feel ready to resume the same level of activity yet. I want to highlight that this is me, listening to my body, practicing self-compassion and reminding myself that broken streaks can be mended*. I can bounce back. I’ve done it before and I can do it again.

I wish my inner critics from the past, all a little out of date and unaware of the newer and kinder and more capable version of myself, sit and watch for a change. Not be too loud for a change.

From previous excavations, I know I can’t banish these parts of me. I also don’t want to.

It’s a bright, grey day. Diffused light always makes me feel like my edges are blurred.

*Can I please get a point for self-compassion? Is my Apple Watch keeping track?