It's another Monday and I'm feeling just as focused as last week! Although, I will say, this morning needed several pep-talks... I don't know if it's because it's a Monday, or it's my first day back into routine after a day off, or if the sun wasn't out enough, or a whole list of circumstances; this morning was tough for me.
I've gotten into this routine, which may seem a bit military to some of you. The night before, I make a small pre-workout breakfast for myself, as I get lightheaded if I try to exercise on an empty stomach (you live and learn!). I sleep in my workout clothes. I set my alarm for roughly 5:45 AM, wake up to eat the breakfast that's waiting for me, and then I let myself gently rest for about 15-20 minutes. Once that second alarm goes off, it's go time.
On an ideal morning, this all goes smoothly. But, if you know me, you know I'm not a morning person.... so an ideal morning for me is quite rare.
Here's typically what happens:
5:45 alarm goes off
Me: *Grumbles, makes yawning noises like a baby elephant, hits "snooze."*
5:54 alarm goes off
Me: *curses, realizes that it's meal time, rolls out of bed, stumbles to fridge, grabs overnight oats, returns to bed, eats in bed, passes out.*
6:25 alarm goes off
Me: *hits snooze*
6:34 alarm goes off
Me: *hits snooze*
6:43 alarm goes off
Me: *audibly* CRAP!!!
(Throws on sneakers, takes a big swig of water, grabs keys/workout arm band, leaves apartment, begins to kick ass.)
This morning, though, was even worse than that. I didn't get up to eat until about 6:10. I didn't put my sneakers on until about 6:55.
But, guess what? I got out of bed, I ran, and I felt amazing.
How did I accomplish such an impossible project? Here's my morning pep-talk:
Seriously, get up.
Think of how good it will feel.
Think of how accomplished you'll be.
Think of how much you'll be disappointed if you don't do it.
And, when none of that works...
Think of who you were.
Think of who you hope to be.
Think of what it takes to change your life.
I get up every time.
I know myself well enough to know what I'll regret. Waking up to take care of myself has never initiated regrets.
I also need to reflect on a mini-moment of transformation that happened this week.
The body changes over time, but I never really realize how different I've become until I prove my habits to myself in little tests.
This past week was the 4th of July. This is typically a big festivity, a get-together of family, friends, etcetera.
I did not get to partake in that this year. And, for that, I was incredibly homesick. Almost to the point of depression.
In the past, such fits would send me into binges. And, throughout the day, I considered ordering a pizza. I considered running to the bodega to get some Ben & Jerry's and a bag of chips.
I didn't do any of that.
Instead? I turned the energy into something positive. As cliche as it sounds, I became my own firework.
I didn't binge. I exercised.
Your circumstances do not have to define your well-being or your attitude. Sometimes, it's not what has happened to you, but how you react to what's happening.
Be your own firework, you guys.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment. Full effort is full victory." - Mahatma Gandhi