Disciplined

I am not but I think I could be getting there.

My tennis shoes.

I got them years ago for 5 or so bucks. Maybe 10. They are comfortably worn, dirty, and one is getting holes. I would love to say its from all the physical activity I get into on a daily basis. That I get up and run a mile or two after I tie these babies on but really, they are just old.

More times than not, these shoes wore worn to chase after someone else's toddler, or to walk a festival, or to walk my laboring butt to the hospital. Not so much running though I will cut myself some slack and say that I did do a bit of walking while TTC and before this winter made me hibernate.

That was it and that was then.

On my drive home last night this morning, I was reminded of my current lack of discipline by this group of white shirt wearing, 5AM power-walking ladies. And their tiny dog.

In the area where I work, I need two hands at least to count the amount of people out walking before 5:30AM. That and some night vision goggles. They pop up out nowhere sometimes. Some of them I'm beginning to recognize, learn their schedule and what they prefer to wear. These ladies prefer white tees (easy for me, a driver, to see) and tennis shoes.

They are so disciplined. Every single morning, up and walking. Out and doing. Going and going.

 I have but one excuse besides needing to be disciplined and today I kinda flipped that on its head.

I am not a morning person (did anyone else just say duh?) and I work at night (again with the duh) so that makes for a not awake till after noon person. Today I tried. For coupons, I tried.

I got home for 5AM, in the bed for 5:30AM. J was up and in bed with me right around 6AM (went back to sleep, thank God!) and the alarm was set for 8AM. Today we were headed to our first meeting with a local group of couponing ladies. We made it, we had fun and now at 8PM, I'm still awake and not feeling too worn out or tired but fully aware of the need for an earlier sleep time.

Know what that means?

I'm awesome.

Ok, no, it means that its not the morning time that's holding me back. It's me (don't say duh this time). It also means that if I can keep myself on this morning schedule AND strap on my tennis shoes, then maybe, maybe I can actually talk myself into loading J into his stroller and taking a run with our mom friends all early and stuff.

Maybe then J and I can get enough sleep time together if we're in bed early enough in the day.

Maybe then I can get myself some new tennis shoes and actually wear them out in the way they should be worn. Running and walking purposefully.

Today I wore my favorite shoes (besides my house shoes which aren't as bad they sound):

 











Tomorrow, the tennis shoes are coming out for a reason!
Disciplined, here I come. They say a new habit takes how long to form? Well there you go. That's how long I'll try it for. Fingers crossed for no fail. Day one of Hello Morning is a success!