Today I had a truly wonderful morning run. I had one of those moments when I take a mental note of how great it feels to be out there and running. But, when I woke up this morning, I did my best to talk myself out of getting out of bed. I have NEVER been a morning person. EVER. This past year and a half I have forced myself to run in the mornings, and I have wimped out more than I care to admit. I convince myself that I am too tired, my foot hurts, it is too cold/hot outside. You name it, I have lied to myself only to gain a little more sleep. I know that I will feel better if I do run. My entire day will be better. But, my bed is cozy and taking the first step to get up and out the door is the hardest. And, as good as my intentions may be of running later: usually life happens and the run doesn't. The morning may not be my friend, but the truth is that it is the best time for me to get my run on.
Same thing goes for what I eat. I know that I need to track what I eat in order to lose weight and keep it off. I know that I do great with this until . . . . . . I eat something "bad" and I don't write it down. No record of the crime, until my skinny jeans don't fit. Probably not the best plan.
At the start of this New Year, I am making an effort to be honest with myself and do what is best for me, even if it isn't the easiest thing to do. I'm not going to reach any goals lying in bed. Those races aren't going to run themselves. So, I'm setting the alarm for 5am, tracking those Weight Watchers points, and aiming to "keep it real" this year.
