Lesson Learned

Thanks to Christmas Break, I got a little too used to sleeping in and skipping my 5 a.m. workouts. Therefore, it was a shock to my system when my alarm went off Monday morning. My response? I immediately turned it off and slept in another 2 hours, telling myself I would go to the gym after work. The thing is, I have this complex where if I don't go first thing in the morning, it doesn't happen. Last night was no different.

8 p.m. rolled around and I still hadn't made it to the gym. Instead, I'd polished off some leftover Chinese food and was sitting on my couch, Facebooking, maybe or not eating a cookie or two, when my friend posted the following:

Yup, that's her posing in a bikini in a calendar. As you can see, I found my motivation to go to the gym. Unfortunately, the most difficult part of working out was not just getting out the front door. I couldn't remember the last time I did a p.m. workout and last night I was reminded why. I nearly lost my dinner while on the treadmill. Thrice. And at 10 p.m. after my workout I did not feel my normal reinvigorated and recharged self. Instead, I felt bloated and nauseous. Ew.

The only plus? I got to sleep-in this morning and get ready in a record 20 minutes since I showered the night before. Oh, and there's better TV programming on at the gym around 9 p.m. compared to the paid programming at 5 a.m.

Still, will be sticking to a.m. workouts from here on out.