Proud.

I so did not want to get out of bed this morning. SO.DID.NOT.WANT. At 4:30 in the morning I often don't care if I'm fat. Especially when having strangley engaging dreams and I want to see how they turn out.

But I got up. I drank my crystal light energy and then I went to the gym and did today's running program (I'm on week 2 of the couch 2 5k program) and though I'm spent now, I am proud of myself.

And I also need a nap, but that's ok. I have a long drive ahead of me in a bit; so I'll go take a shower and get out of here, grab a coffee and be on my way. I am just really proud that I made it over that "I don't wanna get up" hurdle.