It is 6:30 in the AM. Not only am I awake but I’ve already exercised. The world must be coming to an end.
I came up with another plan. I like plans. It is the follow through that I have problems with. Lately I’ve been hitting snooze too many times in the morning because I love my sleep and then I have to drive fast to work. The SO leaves the house around 5:45. Yesterday I told him that his new job was to make sure I get up when he leaves. He seemed doubtful, mostly because he’s had some incoherent conversations with me at that time of the morning.
This morning the first thing I hear is, “Good morning, private! Get up! I want to see a$ses and elbows flying!” Why must they revert to army training at the most inopportune times? I explained again that I wanted to get up when he left – not when he got up. He argued with me but relented. Then he came back into the room after his shower and started trying to bully me up out of bed again. The cat on my chest and I just looked at him.
“Hey, Powder, do you remember in the olden days, like last week, when he used to come out of the shower and give us hugs and kisses and wake us up gently? Wasn’t that nice?” He then tried to convince the cat and the dog that they should get up and exercise too. The cat ignored him because she’s a cat and it takes a stronger man than him to wake up that dog before noon.
I did get up when he left the bedroom. I came downstairs and did a 10 minute arms and legs pilates routine with the balance ball. Then I made myself a smoothie from the new Prevention magazine.
- 1/2 cup soy milk
- 6 oz fat-free vanilla yogurt
- 1 t apple pie spice (I just used cinnamon)
- 1 apple chopped
- 2 T cashew butter (I only had peanut butter)
It was pretty good. For dinner last night I made their recipe for ricotta calzones.
- 1/4 cup nonfat ricotta cheese
- diced sundried tomatoes
- 1 T olive oil
- 1 t garlic
Stuff it all in a pita and broil until the cheese is warm. I added olives and some mozzerella too. Then use marinara sauce to dip it in.
Now it is still before the time I usually get up for work and I’ve exercised, eaten, and posted. Yep, the world is coming to an end.