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Title: | Three Cheese Butternut Squash Stuffed Shells - Wholefully |
Descrition: | So, guys. I was cruising around the Google Image search looking for inspirational quotes on self-care the other day (anyone else do that? Bueller? Bueller?, and I saw a mantra that just rocked me to my core. It said, very simply, "Hold your own wellbeing sacred." And it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that if you could have looked inside my head, you would have seen all the lightbulbs in a lightbulb store flipping on. Now, of course, this isn't a new concept. We've all heard that we need to take care of ourselves to take care of others. And that we need to put ourselves first. But something about the word "sacred" just shot through my soul like an arrow. Sacred is non-negotiable. Sacred is elevated on a pedestal. Sacred is above everything else. Sacred is paramount. Sacred is a line you don't cross. That's the kind of commitment I need to make to my wellness—sacred level. After letting this sink in for a few hours, I started thinking about all the ways I wasn't making a sacred-level commitment to my own wellbeing. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I chose to watch another episode of something on Netflix instead of getting the sleep my body desperately craved. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I skipped my nightly yoga session to sit on the couch and check Instagram for the millionth. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I ate all the cookies in the house when one or two was all my body really craved. It's not that those things are inherently bad—sometimes you need to binge watch something on Netflix and waste time on Instagram and eat a damn cookie—it's the fact that I was putting my own wellbeing lower on the priority list than something else. My body needed me to sleep, do yoga, and only eat a single serving of cookies. And I just ignored the hell out of what it was saying. That's the problem. Read the post » |
Three Cheese Butternut Squash Stuffed Shells
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Pasta & Grains
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Three Cheese Butternut Squash Stuffed Shells - Wholefully
So, guys. I was cruising around the Google Image search looking for inspirational quotes on self-care the other day (anyone else do that? Bueller? Bueller?, and I saw a mantra that just rocked me to my core. It said, very simply, "Hold your own wellbeing sacred." And it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that if you could have looked inside my head, you would have seen all the lightbulbs in a lightbulb store flipping on. Now, of course, this isn't a new concept. We've all heard that we need to take care of ourselves to take care of others. And that we need to put ourselves first. But something about the word "sacred" just shot through my soul like an arrow. Sacred is non-negotiable. Sacred is elevated on a pedestal. Sacred is above everything else. Sacred is paramount. Sacred is a line you don't cross. That's the kind of commitment I need to make to my wellness—sacred level. After letting this sink in for a few hours, I started thinking about all the ways I wasn't making a sacred-level commitment to my own wellbeing. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I chose to watch another episode of something on Netflix instead of getting the sleep my body desperately craved. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I skipped my nightly yoga session to sit on the couch and check Instagram for the millionth. My wellbeing wasn't sacred when I ate all the cookies in the house when one or two was all my body really craved. It's not that those things are inherently bad—sometimes you need to binge watch something on Netflix and waste time on Instagram and eat a damn cookie—it's the fact that I was putting my own wellbeing lower on the priority list than something else. My body needed me to sleep, do yoga, and only eat a single serving of cookies. And I just ignored the hell out of what it was saying. That's the problem. Read the post »