Going to the fitness center after work was never going to happen. It just wasn't. Too much to do, dinner to cook, TV to watch... endless excuses. So I did the only thing I could do to stay on the workout boat.

I wake up at 5 a.m.

So far, it hasn't been too painful. (So far, it's only been two days.) Those first five minutes when the alarm goes off and I'm still in bed -- still warm under the covers with Jason's arm draped over me -- that's when it's hardest to get up. But if I can extricate myself from the bed and make it into the bathroom, where my clothes are laid out for me, it's hard to protest much longer. I'm up; I might as well go. Since I haven't been to work today yet, I can't report accurately on how waking up early affects my mental state. But yesterday I felt awake and energized. So, I'm sticking with it. And if I'm a really good girl, I can toss in some Pilates at around 9, when nothing much is on TV and Jason abandons me and the couch for his computer. A bit of Pilates and into bed. Works for me.

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[amy]

5 am? you have my utmost respect.