Being your own best friend

A quick aside: To the person who found my blog by Googling “How much pussy is too much?”… there’s no such thing.

The other day I heard someone talking about the power of being your own best friend and it fascinated me. It sounds like a bit of a cheesy cliche and on the surface I suppose it is. But if you think about it for a minute, it goes a bit deeper than that.

I don’t mean best friend in the “Hey me, wanna hang out with me for a while?” way, or the hippy-self-love kinda way. I mean it in the cut-yourself-a-break kinda way. It’s not something we do all that often.

I can relate this to my own life the most easily when I think about eating. When I have a lapse in vigilance and binge for a couple of days (and when I say binge, I mean eat a hot cross bun and an easter egg in the same day. Oh, imagine!) I go through this incredibly harsh self-berating routine in my head. I tell myself that I’ve got no self-control. That I’ve gone and done it again. That I’m going to have to work out harder tomorrow. A whole lot of ridiculous crap. If one of my friends told me they’d eaten a whole pack of easter eggs, I say “Hilarious! Good on you. It’s got to be done occasionally, that’s what life’s about.”

Double standards, huh?

I never look at my friends and think “Wow, he has clearly put on about half a kilo and it’s really showing around his chin”. I never tell them that they are lazy for sleeping in and missing the gym. I never expect them to work until midnight or keep the garden immaculate even if it means doing it in the rain. So why the hell do I expect that of myself?

Cutting ourselves a break is one of the hardest things to do.

But it’s probably one of the most important.

So I’m off to eat chocolate. Happy Easter all… I’m back next Tuesday.


One thought on “Being your own best friend

  1. For my what best friend is different, Eerything that I do and say will be out stright no fake. If they can take it. I got two best friend who I can ask for anything ugent!( Not life heh heh)

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