Well, if you “like” my Facebook Fan Page, you’re pretty much up to speed with all the decisions I’ve been tossing around lately…including how to get my butts in gear when it comes to making exercise my new BFF. If you’re not up to speed, well…lemme fill y’all in on what I attempted to do today!
Let me just preface this by saying that I really enjoy working out in the morning and getting it out of the way. I love going through my normal day knowing that I am DONE for the day. Thinking that this would be of utmost importance to me in making exercise a solid habit, I decided to make it happen by adjusting my schedule enough to get up and work out before work. This morning, I woke up at 3:30 am in order to start my new habit. No, I’m not kidding. I really woke up in the middle of the night. Such is my dedication to reducing the number of asses I have to cram in my pants.
Okay, that’s not exactly true. The alarm went off at 3:30 am. I woke up with a bad headache…and I moaned and groaned and hit snooze for 30 minutes before I actually rolled out of bed. Then I sat on the couch, rubbing my forehead, trying to shake off the headache (I’ve had them a lot lately). Then I turned on the news to try and get my mind off the pain. Nope. The headache evolved into a migraine…and my plans to get on the treadmill were scrapped. It was all I could do to open my eyes enough to put my make up on this morning. Yowch.
Eventually, I took a prescription migraine pill to get rid of it…and I’m feeling fine now, but I realized something today: getting my workout done at the beginning of the day is nowhere near as important as waking up at a time that’s much more friendly to humans. LOL. There are a few things I hold dear: the Hot Mess Hubby, our fur persons, family, friends, all y’all (as we say in Texas), and my effing SLEEP!
…and Robert Downey Jr. Some things are sacred.
I’m glad I tried it, but I’m not going to do it again. After the pain cleared my head, I realized that it’s more important to me to ease into my day than it is to get on the treadmill just to get it over with. I realized that this change will be easier if I am getting tough with myself in the afternoon than first thing in the morning when I’m all groggy and stomping around with hair that makes me look like a reject from A Flock of Seagulls. Priorities.
I think farmers even sleep later than 3:30 am. What was I thinking? I may not lose weight as fast as some…I may not lose it as dramatically as a contestant on The Biggest Loser…but there can be no doubt as to my commitment to sniff out the very best routes through all the roadblocks on the road ahead.
When I got home today, I got on the treadmill. It was nice to be awake and un-pissy.