I like these “It’s Okay” posts circling the blogosphere, partially because they allow me to justify my own bad behavior.
I need to find more things like this.
I first saw the idea on Carly’s blog what feels like eons ago and again just this last week on Ashley’s blog. Since I’m struggling to find content of my own, I thought why not borrow theirs. Plus, these posts make me feel all warm and fuzzy, and who am I to deny myself the warm and fuzzies, unless of course they come in some gargantuan type slippers, more appropriate for a four-year old, that you wear all around the house. Then again, maybe that’s okay.
Speaking of what’s okay…
It’s okay to buy ingredients to make a delicious dessert.
It’s okay to eat said ingredients before you even make the dessert.
It’s okay to eat cereal and toast for dinner some days.
It’s okay to take more than one rest day, especially if don’t need to lose weight.
It’s okay to classify vacuuming as exercise. Have you ever seen me vacuum; dust bunnies beware.
It’s okay to pepper a post with pictures of your daily eats simple so you can join Jenn’s What I Ate Wednesday.
It’s okay to eat two Banana Walnut Muffins and then hours later a bowl of Lemon Blueberry Granola for breakfast.
It’s okay to not always be funny, although it sure helps when you are.
It’s okay to realize you can improve in areas, without beating yourself up for where you are now.
It’s okay to pack a super easy lunch…Cucumber and Hummus anyone?
It’s okay to burp loudly in the comfort of your own home, even though the Hubby would totally disagree.
It’s okay to eat leftovers for dinner.
It’s okay to try new things.
It’s okay to cut off all your hair. It’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Or you’ll fall in love with it and the 37.2 seconds it takes you to style it in the morning.
It’s okay to watch the one and only asparagus you harvested from your garden go bad because what the hell are you going to actually cook with one asparagus spear. He still has a little life in him yet. Any ideas?
It’s okay to be sick of cabbage, even though you still have 3 giant heads in your fridge.
It’s okay to pretend your crisper drawer isn’t threatening to explode with an ungodly amount of green beans. It’s always the damn green beans.
It’s okay to pen a short post. Even for me.
Your turn. Tell me what’s “okay” for you.