This morning my bed felt like the most wonderful cloud. It was warm and perfectly comfortable, so when my husband's alarm when off I wanted to roll over and punch him in the face. But I didn't (round of applause for me please). Instead I laid in bed for ten minutes telling myself that I needed to get up and put my sports bra on so I could work out. My body told me no, but this whole holding myself accountable thing eventually won out and I rolled out of bed.
Truth be told, I counted down every single minute of my piyo today. BUT I DID IT. I did it, I drank my Shakeology and I'm set to face the day. Now I just need to get off the couch...
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