My attempt to work out this morning was met with stubborn opposition.
5:40 a.m. Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:45 a.m. Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:50 a.m. Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:55 a.m. Finally get up and stumble into bathroom wearing compression socks and nothing else. Locate contact lenses, shorts and a (marginally) clean sports bra.
5:59 a.m. Stumble into kitchen and locate coffee maker.
6:04 a.m. Brew coffee while half-assing it through Jillian’s NMTZ warmup, completely skipping the jump-rope and jumping jack segments.
6:07 a.m. Begin workout, skipping lunge segments and half-assing it through planks and pushups.
6:36 a.m. Halfway through set of double crunches, realize workout is futile. Shut off DVD player and take a cup of coffee to the bathtub.
7:07 a.m. Leave for work with wet hair and no makeup.
7:40 a.m. Arrive at work, pop a waffle in the toaster. Munch on sea salt brownie while computer boots up.
7:44 a.m. Slather almond butter and Nutella on said waffle. Munch another sea salt brownie. Stare at computer screen.
7:46 a.m. Fire up Twitter. See what TB and the Angry Runner are up to.
8:01 a.m. Begin working.
9:15 a.m. Panic sets in upon realization that coffee mug is nearly empty…