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I've become a reluctant groomer

It has come to my attention that I am lazy when it comes to grooming, these days.

Let me be clear - I always wash up, via sink baths and such, but have spent less quality time immersed in or under a stream of hot water in the last two weeks.

I'm not sure why this is, but feel that 'adjusting to the new normal', wherein we socialize virtually and isolate intentionally to slow the spread of this horrid virus, plays a role. I don't like change, I guess, and this reality represents change on a level my generation hasn't yet experienced. Until now.

I've also noticed that when I do groom, I kinda go over the top with it. I seem to be an all or nothing girl right now. I'm either fully plucked, shaved, exfoliated, moisturized, mascaraed, lipsticked, perfumed, or I'm pretty raw. Always flossed and brushed, always wearing deodorant (I'm not an ANIMAL, y'all), always moisturized and possibly SPFd, but the plucking and shaving stuff...seems to be less of a priority these days.

Today I decided I will wear jeans AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK (while all my yoga pants are in the washer) to be sure I still fit in them. Wearing yoga pants 24/7 is super comfy, but also allows for some undetected spread if one isn't vigilant. Ahem.  So far, so good. After said mega grooming session today I slipped easily into my jeans again, which means I'll continue the nightly planks, daily walks, daily qi gong,  and to monitor my intake lest it overwhelm my metabolism and render me even curvier than normal by the end of this shitshow.

That is all.

Have a great day, and huge hugs to all!

Stevie


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