Sleep will not come

I thought I would be a lot more exhausted, but maybe it will hit me tomorrow. Morning. On my drive to work. That is the absolute worst.

Woke up, had my oatmeal and coffee, watched a little morning TV and then started my workout. The first one in a while, and those are always the best. I think of where I can be if I keep at it. If I do it every day. I imagine myself back to where I was when I started doing those videos, at 22, and even then I would picture myself leaner and fit. So it starts again.

I was going to have leftover fajitas for dinner, but Chris brought me a hummus wrap instead. I’m quite proud of myself for not craving alcohol once today, not even after putting together that damn electric fireplace and getting a text from my sister about some drama I don’t want to deal with. I just kept screwing on those panels, backwards as they may have been. We got window estimates, decided we are too poor, and then I headed to bed.

Tomorrow, I’ll try to stay caffeinated enough to walk/jog around the trail after work, but Saturdays are rough. Even if I don’t get to the trail, I feel good. Motivated. I signed up for a challenge to lose 20 pounds by the end of June with my gym. I figured it may make me more accountable, having a goal that I make others aware of and actually, yes, have the t-shirt.

No marathon goals yet, I still hate running. There is a reason I made those goals before, and failed. I don’t really want to do it.