This morning, I did not get up. I wanted to work out, but 5 am came much too early.
It led me to ponder. Will I go back to my routine? Or, shall I mark this as another failure?
And, why am I working out?
Then, I remembered. I am working out because I need to. I need that time in the morning to think. Think about the upcoming day, my goals, and how I can be the best "me."
I find hope when I run/walk. I find joy. I find peace.
So, I may not have got up this morning, but I shall get up tomorrow. I will continue. I know I can fit into my pants again.
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I need the stress release. I *hate* the idea of working out, I loathe the actual time spent doing it, but I love the way I feel when I'm done.
ReplyDeleteSick, isn't it?
Also, I have a deal with myself that I can't shower until I work out. If I don't work out, I don't shower.
Ahh. It can get ugly.
Just sayin'.