I was never big on the whole Valentine’s Day thing. Even when I was younger, I simply loathed this day. I was the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day incarnate. I remember wearing black every February 14th. It’s not that I hated being in love, or that I wanted to shoot down every hand-holding couple in sight. The whole commercialism of the occasion just rubs me the wrong way.
But if I must write about love and all it’s cracked up to be, I have to say that right now, I think I’m in love. I am in love with myself, although not in a narcissistic way.
I have started my journey towards eating healthier. I gulp down green smoothies everyday and eat less and less processed food. I made a pact with myself to eat more of the good stuff. I want to stay away from any life-threatening illnesses and enjoy life to the fullest.
Yoga is slowly creeping into my system. I enjoy how I challenge myself to get into those intense poses. It’s empowering how I’m able to do things I never thought I could do. Physically, I love how my body is changing. Seeing my belly fat gradually vanishing gives me a sense of fulfillment like no other.
Taking care of me is the greatest manifestation of love. Love not only for myself, but for the people I hold most dear. If I live to be 90, and still look and feel 40, then the people around me wouldn’t have to worry about taking me to the hospital or spending a fortune on medical treatments.
This Valentine’s Day, I ask you… Do you love yourself? What have you done for you lately?