It has been increasingly difficult to get out of bed lately for my morning walk. And even though I feel fabulous after a walk and I know ahead of time how good a walk makes me feel, it’s still been easier to continue to hit snooze or to get back in bed or to blame my sugar level. And I feel guilty for a host of reasons.
 

I haven’t heard from my Drill Sergeant much lately. I haven’t heard that nagging voice screaming at me to get my butt out of bed already. And even on the days when I do walk I haven’t heard the don’t-give-up-now-you’re-almost-there speech. Not even a wimper. I think the Drill Sergeant likes staying in bed, too.

I feel a little, I don’t know, silly I guess, but the last two nights before bed – well nearly the whole last two days, actually – I’ve been chanting to myself “I will get up and walk in the morning. I will get up and walk in the morning.” And for two days in a row I’ve been able to get up easily and go for a fabulous walk. Heck, it’s even cool enough here in the desert that I can wear a sweatshirt!
 

OK so two days in a row may not seem like much to some of you, but with my track record lately, two days is a big flipping deal. Somehow my mind almost gets made up the night before about whether I will walk in the morning and how I will feel in the morning. And I think that’s a really huge cop out for me. Because no matter how I tell myself that yes I will get up, there’s a devilish voice in the back of my head screaming “na-na-nana-na no-o you won’t.”
 

So I guess if chanting to myself works I should roll with it. Because I’ve been saying it to myself all day today and I already know that I’ll be up tomorrow (despite how flipping tired I am right now) pushing myself.