Little Miss Pep
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
This morning I did NOT want to wake up. I was up a little longer than I had planned to be, searching for motivational memes on Pinterest. I told myself quite firmly, though, before I dozed off that I *WOULD* be getting up at 5:15am (a good hour and a half earlier than normal) so that I would have plenty of time to work out and eat a great breakfast.
Well my alarm goes off, interrupting this wonderful dream I was having about having gotten into a fender-bender with this muscled hot mess of a man, and I was not having it.
“Five more minutes…” I told myself.
“Ooooh no,” came this voice out of nowhere, “Time to get up! Up up up! You’ll feel better if you work out now than you will if you sleep for an extra hour. Yaaay exercise!”
“What the heck? Where did this cheery voice come from at this hour and how can I punch her into unconsciousness? Sleeeepy…”
The sing-song voice was getting annoying…and effective.
Up I got. I had tiny bowl of oatmeal, did some strength-training, had three eggs and some Greek yogurt, and managed to get to work on time.
And wouldn’t you know it? Little Miss Pep was right – I feel great.