You know that feeling you get when the DJ drops your favorite song at the club? Or when you come home at the end of the day and see your significant other/family waiting to embrace you? Or how about the way you feel when you see your waiter carrying your entree over to your table?
That is how I feel when I see my bed at the end of the day.
I L O V E to sleep. I love the feeling of slipping into my slightly chilled sheets…so untouched for far too long. I love my pillow- I bought this special ergonomic pillow off Amazon that cools your neck while you sleep. I love that deep sigh I take just as I lay down and know…it’s finally here. I can sleep now.
My love of sleep conquers all else in my life. It prevents me from showering in the morning, selecting a fashionable outfit or one that even makes sense, cooking (or even eating) breakfast, applying make-up, doing my hair, and being on time.
actual footage of me getting ready for work
But one thing that has particularly frustrated me about my love of sleep is its ability to thwart me from being a morning work-out person. I have dreamed of going to the gym before work. I have read that you burn more body-fat if you work-out first thing in the morning and eat breakfast after (don’t dispute this with me, i read it on Buzzfeed). I would just really feel like I had my shit together if I could workout before work. Maybe I would even shower in the morning then? Maybe.
I have friends that I pretty consistently text and ask how they do it- how do they do morning work-outs (holla at ya Yeimarie and Sarah! YOU TWO REALLY ARE SOUL-SISTERS). No advice has ever been able to pull me out from under my covers.
I will go hungry, be late, skip an event entirely, or cancel plans if it means I can get more sleep.
If I have ever cancelled plans with you, it probably was because I wanted to sleep. Sorry I’m not sorry.
me in my natural habitat
I am not one for New Years Resolutions..never have been really. I would rather just have ongoing goals.
And Lord knows I am not about to commit to a year of morning workouts. I am a realist.
BUT. I have decided to do this for one month, beginning next week.
And I am writing this long, well-thought out blog post to hold myself accountable. Because I have tried this many times before and found friendship in the snooze button.
I will probably regret writing this. In fact, I think I already do.
But maybe this will actually help me try out something I have wanted to do since I could sleep.
Good luck, future me. You will need it.