First things first: you need the hot tub. Duh. But it’s not just any water. It’s scorching water that hits your back like a tiny, aggressive massage. Instant muscle melt.
Put your phone inside a Ziploc bag. Yes, you can still scroll (no judgment). But the steam will make your screen all foggy and shiny. It’s like a built-in filter for your stress.
By minute five, your shoulders will drop a full two inches. You didn’t even know they were that tense. They were, though. Oh, so much.
What To Do When You’re All Pruney
After you’ve turned into a human raisin, you crawl out. And here’s the best part: you’re wearing a robe. A big, fluffy, hotel-grade robe you don’t have to wash. Life is good.
Now, do you get dressed? Nope. Hard pass. You sit in that robe on the bed like a smug little burrito.
Order room service. Get the fries. And a giant glass of something cold. Balance the hot with the cold. It’s deep, I know.
