Resetting My Alarm Clock

I've officially become one of those people who say, "I just don't have enough time in the day to work out." Which, of course, is c.r.a.p. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it.

Fact of the matter is, I haven't carved out a time in the day to do it. Since I've started working full-time hours, my the timeliness of it has become even more challenging. Work during the day. Along with *all* the household chores that are required. Get kids from school. Get homework done. Dinner. Practices. Etc.... . And that's okay. I chose to have a family and responsibilities come with it. So if it seems like I was griping about it, nothing could be further from the truth. I am totally blessed with these so-called 'responsibilities'. Regardless, these things do consume most of my waking hours.

Note the phrase 'waking hours'. Here's the flaw in my theory.

I need to get up earlier.

This Wednesday is Ash Wednesday. The beginning of Lent. I looked up the history and definition of Lent then planned on describing it here, but it's quite long. Basically, it's a time of self-examination and penitence, demonstrated by self-denial, in preparation for Easter. And it lasts for a period of 40 days.

Many people don't do it. Don't even pay much attention to it even. Some (including me in the past) use it almost as a second chance at a New Year's resolution for those who have already given up on their's.

This year, I'm going to try something different. The thing I'm going to deny myself is some sleep time in the morning to get up and work out and even meditate. Spend some time with me. Spend some time focusing, reflecting and yes, even self-examining. Get my body looking the way I want it to look and feel.

There. I said it. That makes it official.

Of course, it would actually take someone reading this to hold me accountable. Hopefully I'll do a good job of holding myself accountable!

We'll see.

By the way...thank you to the inventors of the Bender Ball. LOVE. IT.