This week was a back to back celebration week for us. Yes, we just got finished celebrating my daughter’s birthday (and my mom’s for that matter!), but that wasn’t the end of all the excitement. My husband and I had our birthdays this week. We are exactly one year and one day apart in age. It’s pretty cool to celebrate together each year, but it makes for a lot of overindulgence. Even so, I gave myself permission to celebrate.
I baked my husband brownies for his birthday. He loves brownies, and he always loves coming home to a treat.
And do you know what he did the very next day? He brought home a cake for me!
And not just any cake… this was chocolate with raspberry filling. My favorite!
I had my cake, and I ate it too!
And then I had a piece for breakfast the very next morning. When you are forty-one, you can have cake for breakfast and no one can tell you otherwise.
I gave myself permission to celebrate me.
I gave myself permission to indulge.
And now I am sugared out. Completely. It was fun celebrating both of us, but I think next week I better get back to making healthy choices. I actually don’t feel all that great internally after so much overindulging. But… I sure do feel celebrated!
Sometimes, it is so easy as women to beat ourselves up for enjoying life. We celebrate moments and then tear ourselves apart for it. I don’t want to be the kind of person who does that anymore. I want to be the person who can celebrate, have fun, indulge, and then pick right back up afterwards like it’s no big deal.
Life is too short for a constant guilt trip, don’t you think?
You can celebrate. There’s nothing wrong with that.