Ask the girls in my office what my catchphrase has become, and they will cheekily reply with, “I’m going to treat myself!”
And that’s exactly what I do. Whether it’s a new pair of shoes that I’ve happened to scroll by on Instagram, a dress that’s caught my eye while grabbing my lunch, or just a naughty little bit of chocolate after I’ve accomplished a mammoth task.
Sometimes I just feel it’s necessary to give myself a reward.
What for? I would say for managing to get through life without being a total dick, but that should come as a standard to everyone, and I know that times are tough.
Instead, I’m a strong believer in self-celebration in all shapes and forms. Because who’s going to look after you, if you can’t even look after yourself!
I treat myself pretty well; yes admittedly it’s weird that I refer to myself in the third person on some of these occasions, inwardly thinking – “Lizzie would die for those shoes”.
But my reasoning is, why should I have to wait for others to look after me and why should they?
I don’t need justification from people as to what I purchase nor do I need their acceptance; I’m afraid I’m long gone to giving a f*ck of what other people think about my choices.
For my own safety I should probably get justification from my bank account – but where would be the fun in that?
As a society, we’ve come to celebrating ourselves on social media, yet the art of doing it for no-one else’s approval is lost.
Constantly telling everyone our opinions and posting selfies, but then recoiling if we ever hear of people eating dinner alone or taking themselves to the cinema. What’s the fun in that – we wouldn’t be able to promote that to the world.
What I do for myself is of no importance to anyone else. It’s a great big thank you to myself for any reason I see fit.
Some days I’ve worked bloody hard and think “do you know what I deserve something special” – often this will come in some form of chocolate, occasionally a bath and a cold glass of wine. But never the less I look after number one and the rest follows.
I know you’re thinking this all sounds rather selfish and self-gratifying, and it whole-heartedly is. That’s if you don’t look at the bigger picture.
Because without treating yourself and looking after yourself, how are you ever meant to feel great about anyone else if you don’t feel great about who you are?
Oh for sure I could sit and hate myself for having a bit of chocolate at 3pm in the afternoon, and add those miserable calories to MyFitnessPal, but I could also hold my hands-up and say – actually, this is my thing, it makes me happy and I’m going to do it as often as I like – so f*ck the calories!
I’ve always had a soft spot for the quote – “check yourself, before you wreck yourself” – and I’m a strong believer that more people could do with memorising it.
Sometimes you have to look after number one, so that you have the strength, both physically and mentally, to look after others.
I’m not here telling you that you have to make every treat a calorific one, I pinky promise that all of my treats don’t include chocolate or alcohol. On Saturdays, it’s just fresh flowers from the market. But whatever you enjoy, do it – do it for you!