You know what, diary? I just binged. I ate a mini brownie, a bolillo, 1/4 of avocado, and lots of Ritz cookies.
But a binge doesn’t define my day.
Waking up at 6 am to exercise does. Waking up with a smile on my face does define my day because there was a time, not long ago when I used to wake up not wanting to live, not wanting to get out of bed or even go outside. I keep remembering how horrifying and awful that was.
So now, I am grateful for every single day I wake up healthy, happy and looking forward for the day ahead of me.
I am no longer trying to analyse my binges, even though I wish they wouldn’t happen anymore. I am not wasting any more time overanalysing the negative aspects of my day. Because doing so brings more of the same.
Thanking God every single day for waking up.
Being grateful for having health.
Showing gratitude for my job by being of service.
Loving those around me more than I can imagine.
Meditating every single night
Those things I can focus on and overanalyse. That way, I can keep growing. That way I can keep living.