Sep 18, 2008 06:09
So, it's 4:15am, and i'm on my bike cruising down to the gym to work out. And, if we're being embarrassingly honest, it doesn't even feel early to me anymore. in fact, on those rare occasions i sleep in until *gasp* 7-8asm, i feel like i used to feel when i slept until 1-2pm. sort of shy and guilty, and like i've wasted too much time in sleep. but i'll guarantee, if i've slept until 8, i probably went to bed around 2am. because my body seems to have forgotten the concept of 8 hours of sleep. round 6-7 hours after i go to bed, lo and behold, i'm up. not surprising, as the alarm goes off at 3:52am Tuesday through Friday, and around 5 on Saturdays. my big sleep in day is Sunday, when i don't have to be up until 8 to get to my aerobics classes at the gym.
it may sound like i'm complaining about all this, but i'm not really, mostly just remembering days gone by when getting up "early" was getting up before 9am. not sure that it's a fond reminiscence though, as i'm happier now than i was then, by a long shot. i may in fact be happier than i ever have been in my adult life, and am certainly happier with and prouder of myself.
granted, all this has not yet built my self esteem to a healthy level. i still look in the mirror and frequently find that the nicest thing i can find to think about myself if "well, i'm *almost* a reasonably sized human now". But, compared to what i thought of myself 6 months ago, that's heaping on the praise.
So, i'll keep getting up early, and kicking my own ass at the gym, and see where we get to, my body, my brain, and i. (lol)
now, off to a shower and getting ready for the rest of my day...