Who woke up at 6am and went to the gym!?! Wait, no wait… back it up mofos! Who ironed her clothes last night, laid them out, went to bed at a semi-decent hour (even if I couldn't get to sleep for a while) and THEN woke up at 6am!? This gal! Right here! That's me!
And I feel amazing.
The acupuncture the other day got me thinking about how happy I used to be. 6 or so years ago when I was living in Brooklyn with my ex-fiance (fiance… imagine?), 22 years old, worked in an office (actually this office… good god), did some improv and got up every goddamn morning to work out. I lugged a backpack the size of that little Chris Farley girl in the email 400 people have forwarded me every_single_morning. Sometimes I'd go 6 days a week. Sometimes 7. It might have become a tiny bit of an obsession but I lost nearly 50 lbs and I felt amazing. I had more confidence and, had I been having sex, I'm sure it would have been amazing. Heyooo.
I also took a vitamin this morning. I know. Call the crash cart cuz I think you just had a heart attack.
None of this might sound like cause for celebration except for the fact that I'm a) very lazy and b) really super lazy. Some people's natural inclination is to go out and hike. Run around. Play soccer. I like watching TV and stuffing my face with fried goods. I used be able to eat a whole pizza. Alone. ALONE. That is gross. (And sad.) So getting up and getting motivated is hard for me which sounds crazy since I have a million things going on at any given moment… I think that's due to a fear of being left behind rather than get-up-and-go.
So yes. I am proud of myself for getting up this morning. And you should be proud of me, too. Specifically if you have to hear me whine about being tired on gchat, the phone, via email or in person. Lazy & whiny. And I'm still not married?! What!?
Hope you're all kicking ass today too.