It’s about time I got some self love, so to speak
One of the many, many perks of being a foster carer is that after dropping the boys, before picking them up and if I don’t have any admin/training to do, I have time to myself, during the day. I’m not use to having time to myself, all admin and chores while teaching full time have always been squeezed into weekends and holidays.
I have always wanted to get into a fitness routine but by the time I got home I’d just collapse on the sofa. Now though, I have a fresh, healthy breakfast.
Can you see the coffee in a cup, not a thermos, the porridge is eaten warm not cold as I used to eat it usually two hours after making it. I now eat three meals, no snacking (liar), go for a run three times a week, even though it probably looks more like a survival shuffle, I’m doing it.
I try to do a yoga session daily (this is something that I started in lockdown), I feel so much better, I am giving myself some love. It feels strange…. I lie (again) it feels right.
Until the school calls that is... but we’ll save that story for another day.
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