I had to talk myself out of bed this morning. I almost didn't get up to go for a bike ride. I so wanted to sleep for just a bit longer. But then I remembered the chips I ate last night and how they made me feel ill and I told myself that I'd be sure to get up and go for a bike ride to make it up to my body. So I dragged myself out of bed. I don't know why it's so hard to get out of bed. Once I am up and out the door I am always glad that I'm up and doing it. But the actual getting out of bed part is a killer. I love my sleep and I am not a natural morning person.
Now that I am starting to see some progress on the scale, I have a renewed desire to keep this up and to be even better than I have been. I want to keep seeing that number go down. I have goals to reach. I'm starting to see that maybe I'll be able to reach them after all.
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