I stood over them, staring like an obsessed fan. The sun was just beginning to rise and there was a hint of pink light in the room.

5:30 a.m. and I was already running several minutes late.

The Mr., who doesn't have to go to work today, was snuggling with No. 3, who came in minutes before saying, "Mom, can I sweep wish you?" I pulled her close to me, smelled her hair and marveled at how soft her skin is.

I forced myself out of bed. I had a wonderful walk yesterday morning, had hardly walked at all the week before. So tired... I've never been a morning person. Even though I'm already out of bed and brushing my teeth, I still look for excuses not to go.

I looked at my workout clothes, contemplating whether I should get dressed and then check my sugar, which may or may not lead me to getting back in bed. I tested first: 234 mg/dL. I should have known that would happen. I hadn't checked before dinner and SWAG bolused for a dinner I'd never had. Oh, and there was ice cream involved.

I scolded myself for being careless. I kept thinking about how my body would react to a 234 mg/dL while walking. I've done it before with mixed results. Watching The Mr. and No. 3 sleep, I wanted nothing more than to climb back in bed with them.

But I didn't.