Good morning, Readers!
There's no real correlation between this beautiful piece by Deviantart.com user arvalis (click to go to the deviantart.com page). I just thought it was stunning.
So... I'm making good on some of my health resolutions.
I mean, it's only been one day, so a pat on the back isn't warranted, but I'm honestly just a little proud of myself. For the first time in... uh... I can't remember when, I woke up with my alarm and actually got out of bed, got dressed and made it (barely) to the bus stop in time.
My mum had mentioned during a Skype call yesterday that she wakes up regularly at 5am. I can't do that. I can't. But she did mention how lovely it was in the quiet of the morning, before the madness of the day begins. She's right. It was really beautiful outside before the sun was up. It was blissfully quiet when I stepped outside the house just after 6:30.
It helped, of course, that it wasn't so cold that I couldn't breathe (it was hovering around -9C when I left). Between the cold-but-not-too-cold and the snow and the peaceful quiet, my short walk to the bus stop was actually really lovely. I think I might wake up early just to go for a walk on Sundays. It would be nice and quiet, and it's very relaxing. We'll see when I get to Sunday. I'm going to be exhausted by then and might just need to do nothing but sleep the whole day.
Anyway, the point of my early morning rise was to get to the gym. I have a workout plan I'm trying to follow. Today was all cardio, so I spent an hour on a stationary bike listening to music. This afternoon at lunch, I'm taking a break from my desk and going for a short half-hour swim.
Today is taken care of. The trick, however, is to keep it going. One week won't really be a problem. Week two, however, is what I like to lovingly call 'hell week.' That's the week when every fibre of my being will hate what's going on. I will have to fight to wake up, fight to move, and generally be tired, grumpy and probably hungry. After that, however, it tends to become routine, and things will be better. So if you catch me during hell week, I'm sorry!
For now, though, I'm at my desk and ready to work. On the list today: editing together the stream highlight reel and reading what I have written for Soldier to identify what needs to be done before I finally type "The End." There are some things I know that need more explanation.
Now, here's the song that got me out of bed this morning:
I mean, it's only been one day, so a pat on the back isn't warranted, but I'm honestly just a little proud of myself. For the first time in... uh... I can't remember when, I woke up with my alarm and actually got out of bed, got dressed and made it (barely) to the bus stop in time.
My mum had mentioned during a Skype call yesterday that she wakes up regularly at 5am. I can't do that. I can't. But she did mention how lovely it was in the quiet of the morning, before the madness of the day begins. She's right. It was really beautiful outside before the sun was up. It was blissfully quiet when I stepped outside the house just after 6:30.
It helped, of course, that it wasn't so cold that I couldn't breathe (it was hovering around -9C when I left). Between the cold-but-not-too-cold and the snow and the peaceful quiet, my short walk to the bus stop was actually really lovely. I think I might wake up early just to go for a walk on Sundays. It would be nice and quiet, and it's very relaxing. We'll see when I get to Sunday. I'm going to be exhausted by then and might just need to do nothing but sleep the whole day.
Anyway, the point of my early morning rise was to get to the gym. I have a workout plan I'm trying to follow. Today was all cardio, so I spent an hour on a stationary bike listening to music. This afternoon at lunch, I'm taking a break from my desk and going for a short half-hour swim.
Today is taken care of. The trick, however, is to keep it going. One week won't really be a problem. Week two, however, is what I like to lovingly call 'hell week.' That's the week when every fibre of my being will hate what's going on. I will have to fight to wake up, fight to move, and generally be tired, grumpy and probably hungry. After that, however, it tends to become routine, and things will be better. So if you catch me during hell week, I'm sorry!
For now, though, I'm at my desk and ready to work. On the list today: editing together the stream highlight reel and reading what I have written for Soldier to identify what needs to be done before I finally type "The End." There are some things I know that need more explanation.
Now, here's the song that got me out of bed this morning:
Ciao!
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