I’m tired this morning. And a little crazy.
But you went to sleep last night at 10pm! I know you are thinking. How in the world can you feel tired?
Okay, so you schlepped kids around all day yesterday, attended a pool party in the heat, cleaned the house and went to a barmitzvah party in the night.
Okay, so you drank a really strong vodka drink (after you promised yourself you wouldn’t drink, hello?!) and you ate about four pieces of cake (kids, can you say, sugar crash?) and you woke up at five AM this morning.
Wait… did you say FIVE? AM???
Ahhhh… now, we’re getting somewhere.
Was it a child who woke you up? Pee pee in the bed, perhaps? A nightmare, like the other morning when Esther woke up telling you “the car floated away and then I got in the car and it came back!” – ?
Gentle readers, I woke up at 5am this morning, and 5am about 4 days out of last week, and about 4 days the week before, and so on, because this week marks my fifth week.
SEAN T!!!!! WHAT’S UP?!!!!
Sorry. I think I’ve been brainwashed.
But yes, I’m waking up at 5 a handful of days each week, and most other days I’m fitting it in before lunch, and when I say “it” I mean 45 minutes give or take of the hardest ‘boot camp’ style cardio workout I’ve ever done.
About three weeks into it, I realized I needed to change my diet too, or else all these washboard abs I’m surely creating will never see the light of day from beneath the “is there a baby in your tummy?” fat on my stomach.
Thanks, kids. Thanks a lot.
So I’m kicking sugar and alcohol for a while, too, except for a once-in-a-while cheat day, of which this past entire weekend melded together and became just that – a Big Fat Cheat Weekend.
So I’m tired. But I’m pushing through.
Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)