I've been drinking hot cocoa and relaxing with nearly a week off work.
No deadlines, no drama, no plaster casting the makeup on my face before a live shot.
The indulgence was just cest magnifique! So I couldn't bring myself to come near a computer.
Now, 1 Nicolas Sparks book, 50 catch-up episodes of Real Housewives, and 1 empty bag of pecan crisp later I'm ready to show my face.
And it ain't pretty.
Going into a new year I'm making a few minor adjustments.
I'll skip on the alcohol. Unless it's ultra premium fruity, and totally fabulous. The rest of the time I'll skip on it. I'm no extremist.
To quench my skin's thirst I'll also drink more water and eat a bit healthier.
I'm also going to give myself a break already. Enough neurotic obsessing over my skin for god's sake. It sucks. It's not Cover Girl glamorous. It likely never will be. And that's going to have to be ok.
Look. We all have issues. Every person's is different. For so many people it's overeating, or being unable to shed the pounds, having physical limitations or anxiety, depression, or elephantitis.
If weight is your issue you're probably plagued with it the way that I'm plagued with my acne.
My husband is an overeater, and was dealt a shitty metabolism to boot.
"I wish I could take a pill that would get rid of my problem". he said to me today while we were driving to Target to buy me a big kid lunchbox for the big healthy plans I have.
How fun would it be if we were all thin, athletic, with pearly white teeth and crystal clear skin?
This year I will strive for skin perfection, but understand that the girls in the Revlon commercials probably have eating dissorders.
At least I have a full lunch box.
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