i've been working my ass off. quite literally.
*almost* every day since January 2nd, i have risen WELL before my alarm clock, laced up my sneakers, and made a conscious effort to move my body. i've had help. jillian michaels and bob harper and multiple, MULTIPLE Twitter friends who've shared their workouts with me.
getting up early has never been a struggle for me, but getting up with the intention of doing jumping jacks? or planks? that's an entirely different story. but i do it. almost every day.
for one, because i'm loving the results i'm seeing.
also, because if i don't do it at the crack of dawn, it won't get done.
i know this from experience. my work/family/extra curricular lifestyle is such that at the end of the day, the first thing to "go" when i need a break is the workout. i cannot consistently come home from a long day and will myself into my sneakers. somedays, it's all i can do to get dinner made and homework checked before i fade into my sofa for some mindless TV watching. bottom line: if i *plan* to workout at night, i *plan* to fail at it. it's just that simple.
so, i get up reaaaalllly early. i squeeze into a sports bra and tie my shoes, and pull my bedhead hair away from my face. then i lift weights, and do push ups, and struggle through jumping jacks. i curse at the smiling trainer's faces on my DVDs and i lie on the ground and cry after tricep dips.
it ain't pretty, folks. but i'm not about to stop.