Best Laid Plans

Yesterday I finally decided it was time.  I’ve been on the Weight Watchers diet for two weeks now and have lost a few pounds.  I’ve had motivation to begin exercising but I just haven’t made that commitment to actually do it and hopefully stick with it.  Until yesterday. 

I made the decision to get up this morning and start the c25k over at day one. ( I have done day one twice, so this would make me starting for a third time)  I had myself all psyched up for exercising this morning.  I laid out my work out clothes last night and even went to bed about 30 minutes earlier than usual knowing I would be getting up earlier.  Our alarm starts going off around 4:50 so I would get one snooze in before I got up at 5:00. 

Well let’s go back to around 12:30 am.  I wake up to something lying up next to me.  It’s Lyla.  She gets in our bed at some point quite a few nights during the week.  I usually get up and put her back in her bed, which I did.  A little later, I remember hearing those feet coming down the hall again.  This is also not unusual.  Once she fell back to sleep, I put her back in her bed.  I knew I was going to begin my work out this morning so I wanted her in her own bed so the treadmill wouldn’t wake her up.  The treadmill is in our bedroom.  She did stay in her bed the rest of the night, so that issue was solved.

At 3:50, I hear Britt stirring.  He’s ready for his usual snack/early breakfast.  I knew this would probably happen so I wasn’t surprised.  I hoped he would nurse and go right back to sleep which is what he usually does.  For whatever reason, he fought going back to sleep, and fussed and wiggled in my lap.  I decided to change his diaper since I noticed it was pretty full.  That just ticked him off to the point of non-stop crying.  Then I calmed him down and decided to lay him in our bed to see if he would fall asleep.  He wiggled and tossed and turned and sat up and crawled around.  He finally got still and all of a sudden the stinking alarm went off.  He jumped up startled and I realized it was already 4:50.  *sigh*

I got up and went back to the living room and rocked him in the recliner until he fell asleep.  It was 5:15 at this point.  I decided it was too late to start my work out because by the time I got my clothes on and treadmill ready, etc. etc., that I would be late getting ready and getting to work.  Plus be a bit tired from being up half the night!

So….tomorrow I shall try again.  I still have the motivation.  I love the feeling I have after the workout, of accomplishment, of knowing you’re taking that step towards being healthy and losing weight.  And whatever that feeling (hormone?) is you get from the actual exercise.  Love it.