I envy morning people. You know, the kind who can get up before the sun rises, get their exercise in, shower, make themselves coffee and a healthy breakfast and still manage to get to work on time and with a smile on their face.
I want to be one of those people!
Exercising at the end of the day isn’t much of an option for me. First, because I’m not usually home until around 7 and then I feel obligated to put some semblance of dinner on the table (even though I must be honest and admit that these days my husband and daughter are doing more of their own dinner foraging than ever before). Second, when I exercise that late in the day I have trouble falling asleep, which is the last thing I need.
Even when I do my best to coax myself out from under the covers, I have a hard time. I try to use the mantra a friend shared with me: “I never regret working out. But I do regret it when I don’t do it.” Its results, unfortunately, are mixed.
Am I normal, or is this a personality flaw? Am I weak and undisciplined? Or are those visions you see on TV of relaxed women practicing yoga, having their coffee and breakfast, easily picking out their clothes for the day – which never need ironing, by the way – and sauntering casually to work simply a ruse created by clever advertisers trying to sell us something?
For me, it’s a level of perfection I’m not sure I’ll ever reach. But I’ll keep trying!