i need to act as if my life is a video game so i dont spiral into depr3ssion so i made a 30 day challenge lol. im gonna log it on here starting from tomorrow!!! and here it is if u wanna try it too. i literally just came up w it so idk if it's... doable?? but i tried to make it as self-compassionate and realistic as possible. tag it with "rebelle 30 day demure challenge" if u do it so i can see!!
rebelle's 30 day DEMURE glow-up challenge ♡₊ ⊹
workout:
at least 30 minutes of exercise (dancing, strength training, yoga, walking, etc.)
hydration:
drink 2 liters of water :3 stay hydrated, pookie.
mindful eating:
focus on whole, yummy (healthy, if that's what you want) foods, but no stressing over it! it’s not about restricting (*≧ω≦) it's okay to treat yourself~ be mindful of what you eat, but don’t obsess <3 we're not falling back into unhealthy eating habits! if this is too hard for u if you have a history of obsessing over diets, literally skip this part and just eat normally.
skincare routine:
morning and night: cleanse, moisturize, and don’t forget your sunscreen in the morning (✿◠‿◠)
active hobby:
dedicate 30 minutes to a hobby that brings you joy (writing, djing, playing with your cats) (^o^) no passive stuff like scrolling social media !! (i mean you can doomscroll but not during your allocated 30 minute hobby time!!)
mindfulness/gratitude:
spend 5-10 minutes meditating, journaling, or reflecting on things you're grateful for (✿´‿`) orrrr if ur like me just write down random thoughts in a notebook, it doesn't have to be so serious!!
progress photo:
take a cute daily pic to track your progress. it's about celebrating little changes, not perfection!
limit screen time before bed:
reduce screen use 30 minutes before sleeping to get that good beauty sleep (✿◠‿◠) maybe read book instead or tire out ur pets so they sleep through the night (and let you sleep through the night too)
track record for reflection:
log days when you couldn’t finish all tasks, but use it as a time to reflect! no guilt~ remind yourself: "tomorrow is a new day!" (•‿•)/ this is for preventing fear of failure ending up in giving up altogether. it's a marathon, not a sprint!!
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Compromise
CW: toddler!Luke having sensory issues
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A deep frown on his son's face let Shepard falter. Here he had been so thoughtful during every step of the way, yet some little detail seemed to halt dinner before it even started.
"Dig in! I made it exactly how you like."
All pitfalls were diffused: the yams puréed until no lumps could be seen, the plates heated up, his favorite cutlery meticulously arranged beside them. Shepard hoped to avoid more tension after this exhausting day of running errands in town.
Still, Lukas let out a low squeal of disgust, horrified at how the spinach lost a bit of sturdiness and collapsed towards the mashed yams.
Not again.
He desperately tried to shovel the purée away from the light green liquid spreading into it, but in vain. The damage was done.
"Stay calm, Luke."
"It's touching." He let his fork plop down on the plate, sharp clatter straining the boy's nerves further.
"It's just water, nothing more." Nine times out of ten, the father's placatory words made an impact.
"I'm not eating that."
Shepard rubbed his eyes. Obviously, his boy was not the only one tired from the previous hours: "I put a lot of effort into dinner and we have a deal, Lukas. Once a week, you try something new-"
"NO," he roared and shoved the plate across the table, spilling the hated spinach over the tablecloth, "you did it wrong!"
The flying fork missed Shepard by inches, enough time for Lukas to jump out of the high chair and sprint outside, tears streaming down his cheeks. With one swift step, his father had already picked him back up again, at the mercy of tiny legs kicking around. His only choice was to hold him close against himself; mad and confused, Lukas cried like his life depended on it.
Nevertheless, his dad hugged him tightly. One arm under his chest and one on his back, as if to panini-press all the anger out of the little guy. Shepard's pride and joy frantically dug his teeth into his father's sleeve, fussing about how much he hated the old man.
By and by, his screams turned into quiet mumbles. A five-minute tantrum, longer than usual, more than enough time for Shepard to ponder which side of the family his boy got this temper from.
The yams had already gone cold - like a mushy island swimming in a pool of duckweed. Suddenly, Shepard understood what Lukas found so offensive about their dinner. Some things are better kept separate.
"What you just said made me feel very sad, Luke. I know we had a busy day, but I tried my best. I hope you know that."
How else can I help you, sweetheart? More shushing tired cries, more back rubs. I would do everything.
"Sorry." From below, a quiet sniffle broke the silence. "I don't hate you, Dad."
"I love you too," Shepard snickered, "Wanna try again without the spinach?"
His son nodded, deeply embarrassed: "Or like, on the side. Please."
"How about you help me with clean-up first?"
"Okay." Luke's pout grew even more heartrending as he cuddled closer to his father. Maybe a hug would save him from the consequences of the odd moods that gripped him now and then.
"Great, I'll get the paper towels."
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Prompt: homemade meal/quenched thirst/favorite treat
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march writing challenge 2023 - day 19
shuffle your playlist seven times
The sound of a car horn blaring wakes me up, and I blearily rub my eyes against the sunlight streaming through the still-open windows.
My head hurts, dimly, in a raw kind of way, and my hair smells like cheap tequila. The air is warm for March, but a breeze floats through and makes me slink back further into my bedspread.
It’s with that movement that I realize I’m still wear whatever I went out in last night, what’s essentially a bedazzled bikini running uncomfortably against my skin. I don’t remember much, just a vague sense of bright lights and shaking music. I find a glass of water sitting next to my charging phone, and I gulp it down gratefully as I check my text messages.
There’s one from someone named Chase, a simple call me x.
I delete the conversation and the contact and call Laurie instead. She picks up on the third ring.
"Girrlll, you were WILD last night!" She's doing something else in the background, with her phone likely propped up against something as she does her neurotic post-night-out cleaning.
"Shit, was I?" I roll out of bed and strip the gemstone-studded clothing off, tossing it into the ever-growing "to be washed" pile. "Don't remember squat."
"No fucking way, I mean we all were on the juice las' night, but you must've had like fifteen before some fuckwad took you home."
I run my fingers through my hair. It's tangled in the back, into one matted deadlock. "Was his name Chase?"
"Might've been. Some blonde bodybuilder type. Rich daddy, too. Did he not stay 'till morning?"
"Of course not." I slip into a clean pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, picking up some random discarded trash from when I had stumbled back last night. "Filled me up a water, though. Texted me asking to call."
"Don't" Laurie says in that no-nonsense way of hers. "Chivalry is dead."
I wasn't gonna, considering that I don't even remember if he was good or not. "Of course not. He couldn't've handled me anyway."
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No Juice Records - RAIN DAY
On their debut album NO JUICE IN THE TANK, released on July 1, 2022
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