Ugh. I did not want to get out of bed this morning. It was supremely tempting to just curl up next to Matthew and say, screw you, exercise. But I didn't. I got out of bed, despite staying up late the night before, put on my workout stuff and hit the ol' dusty trail. Which was quite literally very dusty because of some road work going on right now.
After my walk, I was getting ready to take a shower and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I thought, I think my stomach is flatter already! I must be doing really well! Then I realized I was sucking in. I mean, I honestly didn't know it until that moment. I wonder if this is why I think I look good in the morning, then see my reflection in a building or something and realize I look blobby. I let my tummy go and thought, Yeah, not as good. Need to make sure I keep that tucked in all the time.
Tomorrow morning, I have a feeling it will take all of my will to get out of bed and go exercise, because a.) I'm already sleepy from very little sleep last night, 2.) it's already past 11, and c.) I have a coffee date in the morning. But I lost another .6 of a pound today, so I guess I need to just keep on eating healthy and exercising.
I can do it. Even if it's the ass-crack of dawn. It can be arranged.
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