All last week, I hit it hard in the gym, waking up an hour earlier, to fit in a work out. That left me with the nights, available to go for a bike ride or take my dogs for a walk. I was motivated and with the scale slowly going down, it was that extra push to get up each morning. I thought it would get easier, with this being the second week. I was wrong.
I question if I will ever naturally be a morning person. I have had multiple attempts and have came to the conclusion on several occasions that I am a born night owl. Who am I kidding? I was the girl that like to stay out all night and party, sleep in til 11 and not set my alarm. But, there comes a time, a few times out of the year, where I get the urge to give this morning routine, one more shot. Although I appreciate my free evenings, with the choices to do whatever it is I please, without the pressures of having to make it to the gym; I find myself lost at a decision as what to do with my extra time. Last night I made dinner, laid out with my book and a glass of wine until the sun started to go down, continued my book in a bubble bath and felt it was bed time. The problem was it was only 8:45pm and still light outside. I somewhat forced myself to go to sleep, since I have been beyond zombie like tired all week, but woke up feeling the same as a late night bedtime and pressed snooze for forty-five minutes before getting out of bed.
Is there any hope for me?
It makes me question if this waking up early and going to the gym thing is really worth all this tiredness? In addition to not knowing what to do with myself after work, I am too tired to stir up any motivation to be creative. Will this tiredness pass? Shall I continue to be a zombie in hopes of eventually becoming the desired morning person? I will give it a month, any more than that, and I don’t think I can handle the brain fog and fatigue any longer. If this all works out and I can become one of those consistent earlier rises, I will need to figure out what to do with all this extra time!