I’m glad you all enjoyed ”deep thoughts” from the depths of my eclectic brain.
It’s nice to know I am capable of true human emotion when called upon, instead of the awkward joke or two usually busted out, ending in an even more awkward situation for everyone.
How are we this morning?
I’m coming off of my fourth morning workout of the week, along with two cups of coffee. Excuse the crazed perkiness. It wears off after the first hour or two.
Somehow, the momentum has continued through the week, and getting up at 5:15 each time has not been an issue. Except once, but I heard my roommate stirring and knew she’d never workout with or even talk to me again if I stood her up at such an early hour.
Sleep is serious business around here.
This motivation is also possibly because I’m not quite sure how much longer the morning routine will happen. Next week is the start of my new job. New hours, new commute, new everything. My entire life may feel flipped for a little while (insert freaking out here).
And I just don’t see myself getting all pumped up over a 4:30 wakeup call.
No wait- it’s a certainty that will not happen. It was established long ago that 5:00 is the absolute cut off when it comes to how early Amy will get up to work out.
After working a few kinks out of the system with a sluggish 4.1-mile run on Tuesday morning (stupid Tuesdays…), I was hoping for an improvement on how Wednesday and Thursday would go.
Wednesday included 22 minutes on the stairs and 17 on the elliptical before retiring to the weight room to pretend like I know what I’m doing for a bit. Yes, if I plan to be seen at some point on the beach of Lake Michigan, those 2 odd minutes on each machine do make a difference. Every little bit counts, yes?
And when I say every little bit, I mean it. This morning I didn’t do a neighborhood run or hit the gym. I worked out in front of the television with Jillian Michael’s No More Trouble Zones. To balance out all the cardio I’ve been doing.
My muscles will surely hate me tomorrow.
But, like I said, every little bit counts.
Just like a little extra protein in the mornings…
Usually, a loaded bowl of oatmeal or something super carbalicious is paired with my morning headlines. But I have the extra 10 minutes- why not do an omelet a few times a week?
Plus my bagel thins were on their last leg. I’m still on a super budget. Waste not, want not.
Same goes for the zuchinni.
Clearly my meal planning was lacking this week. Because it was also on its last leg. What’s the deal, yo?
So I saved myself from wasting food. And kept myself from spending more $$.
Every little bit counts. My wallet just smiled and winked at me. Weird.
I need more sleep. Maybe just more coffee. My feelings on this are contradicting themselves.
Excuse me before my train of thought derails completely. It’s time to start the last day at my current job.
I expect happy/sad tears.
Oh look! Another contradiction of sorts! I belong in a skittles commercial.
Anyway, it’s most likely going to be a long day. But there’s a promise of lots of food. And very little work left for me to do. So it’ll be a sad day, but things could be worse.
Geez- what is with all this human emotion stuff? UGH. So lame…