I was supposed to run tonight. But I haven’t and, do you know what? That’s ok.

In previous times I’d have seen this as failure. As ‘copping out’. And I’d have berated myself all evening for it too, with relentless negative self-talk about how lazy, fat, useless and uncommitted I was. But today I recognise my decisions as a positive choice.

I didn’t sleep well last night and my body is tired. I’d have labelled that an excuse before but it’s not. My body has said ‘stop’ and I’ve listened.

I’ve come home, cooked a beautiful roasted tomato and red pepper soup (thanks Deliciously Ella!), had a bath, chatted to both a friend of mine and my Mum and just…decompressed.

After all, I did 8.5miles last week. And 3miles already this week. Plus daily yoga camp. And my usual yoga classes. That’s hardly the schedule of an inactive, lazy person now is it?!

So self-love. Rock it.

And don’t underestimate it.

Being able to listen to myself and my needs without judgement is a huge learning for me. My other half says I’m the least judgemental person he knows but the truth is I’ve always been pretty good at judging myself. Something I’m making a concerted effort to give up.