I had to be somewhere at 9 a.m this morning. I have gotten in the habit of making appointments early in the day so I get up and get moving. I usually wait as long as possible to get out of bed, jump into my clothes, and hit the road. I always arrive on time, but just barely.
This morning I was up, dressed, and on the treadmill before 7:30 a.m. My body made me do it.
It must have been my body because my brain has been trying to get me up early for months. I've made plans for special projects, promised myself rewards, and set the alarm - all to no avail. I don't get out of bed until I absolutely have to. I would much rather stay up late to finish my tasks than get up in the morning to do the work I have to do.
For some reason my body made me get out of bed this morning. I felt compelled to put my feet on the floor and start my day. My body needed to move. I walked for twenty minutes, took a shower, and arrived at my appointment before 9:00.
Of course, there is a downside. I can't burn the candle at both ends, and by 9:00 tonight I was all in.
I don't know that I will become a regular early riser. I think I will take it one day at a time and see where my body takes me.
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I know what you mean. I used to be a big sleeper but now I can hardly keep myself in bed past 7 am. Unlike you I still stay up to until 11 pm. It's since motherhood I think, oh wait... menopause... hmmm one of those things:)
congrats on the morning routine!
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