I feel very sure that most of the success I have had thus far has had to do with the fact that I have been either unemployed, or working only in the afternoons. Sure, sure, there may be some other factors (dedication, hard work, wedding dress, blah, blah, etc…), but really that flexible schedule has really been the savior. Hating working out, as I do, there are days when I have not summoned the will to exercise till 7 pm. I would do literally everything I possibly could first until, eventually, the guilt set in and I put on my running shoes.
Those days are now over. I’m worried.
For the next month before the wedding I will be working from 8:30-5 Monday-Friday. Which makes me wonder to myself, “when will I work out…?”
Now, I know myself well enough to know that I will be way too exhausted to work out when I get home around 5:45, so if I tell myself I will do it then that will most likely be a lie. However, the problem with the morning is that it is the morning.
You may or may not know that I am a night owl, through and through. I never go to bed before midnight, and I have been known to be awake til 2 or 3 in the morning. I love the night. I love the peace, I love the quiet, I love the alone time, I love the cool night breeze…Night time has my heart. All of this is just another way to say that I have always viewed the morning as a great nemesis.
And SLEEP! What better bliss is there than sleep? Truly, is there anything with a sweeter siren song than five more minutes of sleep? (and five more, and then three more, and even one more minute). No matter how excited I am to do something the night before, the morning will come and I will willingly abandon it for more sleep. And with that knowledge I am not feeling great about trying to give up the good morning sleep to do something I literally hate.
This morning I did it. This morning I woke up at 6:20 (how? why?) and I worked out and left for work by 8. I am still sort of in shock that that happened, but I am worried as to how well I will be able to keep it up. I am worried it will all fall by the wayside, which feels like such a waste.
That is the thing about giving things up for sleep, it is all wonderful until you wake up and then you can’t stop kicking yourself for sleeping through the day. I am hoping I remember this and instead of kicking myself in the afternoon, I kick myself out of bed each morning.