New routine started today. Adam has to get up at four to get to work by five, so, for me, getting up at 6:30 seems positively like sleeping in. Also, when it’s just me there in the morning, my subconscious gives me a kick in the butt and lets me know that I can’t be lazy, I can’t sleep ten extra minutes, I can’t wind up still wearing my pajamas at 8:30 and expect Adam to help me come up with an outfit or iron a shirt for me or get my lunch ready. It’s all me. And when I do have to rely on myself completely, I really am at my best. Observe:
Got up at 6:38. I did all the usual things: showered, had granola and ricemilk for breakfast, dried hair, put on makeup and jewelry, got dressed, took dog out, fed dog (well, I tried—he was moody and didn’t want his food), brushed teeth, got lunch together.
But I also had time to: get car payment ready to mail, floss teeth, put away clean dishes in dishwasher and reload dishwasher with dirty dishes, make the bed, do 25 sit-ups, find a necklace I’d been looking for, straighten up the bedroom, put my new “smoothing milk” in my hair to get rid of some of the usual frizz, leave a message on Adam’s cell phone saying that I hoped he wasn’t too sleepy on his first day of his new schedule, and drink half a cup of coffee.
And the time I finished all of this? 8:08. Still over 20 minutes before I needed to leave for work!
This gives me hope that I’ll be able to fit more exercise into my mornings. I’m thinking about getting up at 6 to go running. 7 years ago