So this is it, week two. Only two to go...
Are you wondering how it went? Well, this week was easier in some ways.
I'm getting used to hearing my alarm ring. Every. Fucking. Morning. For one thing.
It's fun to see the miles add up and to know I'm getting closer and closer to my goal.
I feel healthy and strong. Even a little sexy.
It's also harder in other ways.
Like I get up at 5 am everyday, but my day doesn't slow down in anyway. Even though I have more energy to handle certain things, I also don't have enough time for others.
I used to write at night while hanging out with the hubby. But lately I start getting drowsy at 7:30-8 o clock. No surprise to anyone that knows me, including of course my husband. That means that I have to choose.
Spend time and effort in my marriage or on my hobby. I know a marriage takes work. I love ours. So I choose to put my energy (what little I may have) there.
I also have less time to get myself, or the multitude of stuff that I usually do for me and my family, done in the morning.
Like eating my breakfast vs. wolfing it down.
Putting on make up vs some erase paste under my eyes and maybe some chapstick on my lips.
Packing us all lunches vs. packing them for my boys and I relying on the Think Thin bars I have stached in my classroom cabinet at work.
Or writing at 5 am, in blessed silence. Just me, my thoughts and my laptop
It's only for this one month. So is it worth it?
Today. This morning. It is.
|This is what week two looked like.|