For a while, I haven't really been taking good care of myself. Laziness just kicked in and I didn't do anything to stop it. Zach made me realize this last night when I was picking at the heels of my feet. It's something that I've done for a while. I do it because one it's something to do (yes, not a very good one) but I also do it when I get nervous. I have been picking my heel more and more now and I know I shouldn't. It's like something that I can't stop doing. I'll pick it so bad to where it will bleed.
Horrible, right? I know. I complain all the time about how my feet hurt and now I'm realizing the stupidity of when I pick my heels. Zach is constantly on my case about how I shouldn't, and I'm trying my best not to. Now, I put lotion on my feet before bed and I try to not touch them when i'm laying in bed or watching tv in bed.
He's right though, about taking better care of myself. I want to live for a long time.
I've got to start thinking about my health, and everything else.
- The SongBird-
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