Here is proof that mornings and I don't jive. Please don't judge.
{taken at a beach vacay with the family and I am hiding under 2 hoodies, my crooked glasses, and my hand. I told you I am not good for mornings.}
But recently, I have decided that in order to have the time that I desperately need {ie. alone time with my husband, maybe some blog stalking, and perhaps getting to work in a timely manner, something has to give. In an experiment of nature vs. nurture, I have begun the ginormous and ugly task of attempting to become an early bird.
I know that you may think I am exaggerating but waking up too early actually makes me feel physically ill. I get an upset stomach, my head hurts, and I am NOT my normal, charming self. In order to conquer something so obviously foreign, I had to have a plan. Enter: Zen Habits
If you don't already know about this blog, take a gander. It's a low-fuss, unpretentious, blog that covers a multitude of habits that anyone will find helpful. {The entry that inspired my plan of attack is here} So far, so good. Honestly, I had a few mornings that I overslept but it's been 2 weeks now and for the first time I actually woke up on my own at 6am this morning! {It sure doesn't hurt that it was gloriously sunny outside}
It. Felt. So. Good. I think that for now, 6am feels right. If I want to push it a bit, I'm thinking it might be fun to try to 5:30am and maybe travel the neighborhood for an early morning work out but I'm not pushing things. New habit #1 conquered. For now.
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