If you are reading this you most likely know me in some way and might know that mornings are not my thing. Rather than admitting I'm lazy or just, for lack of a better word..a jerk for the first thirty to forty five minutes of the day I like to blame it on my childhood. You see, I wanted to play hockey as a kid and it was expensive. So how does a young kid earn some money for those $300 skates (very expensive 'back then')?. A paper route. My sister and I shared the duty for a couple years then I took over full time. Pretty sure I was thee worst paper boy that neighborhood has ever seen. M-F people have to go to work, so the paper is expected early. I rate my M-F performance a 7 out of 10. Unfortunately for my customers, Saturday in the paper delivery world seemed to afford a bit more leniency. I took full advantage. I've seen my fair share of old ladies in curlers and men in robes, most likely on their second cup of steaming coffee waiting patiently for that final piece of morning bliss, the paper. In my mind I wonder; Did I hate mornings then? or did having that paper route cause me to hate mornings? I subscribe to the latter scenario, that way I have something to blame.
So here's the point, it's only a few days into this thing. I've sworn off alcohol, soda, coffee, sugar, and as much sodium as I can. I've worked out in some shape or form 6-7 times, and not only eat less but eat healthier, and all ready mornings aren't so bad. Emotionally this is tough for me. I've become pretty fond of my two Advil, bottle of water, cup of coffee and bowl of honey nut Cheerios mornings. You know, 45 minutes of being mad at the dog for being taught he has to pee outside and can't work the front door both ways. This morning, I actually had to get him up! This is thin ice we're treading on. Is my new morning bliss going to include me waiting at the front door for the paper? I guess it's only fair.
So here's the point, it's only a few days into this thing. I've sworn off alcohol, soda, coffee, sugar, and as much sodium as I can. I've worked out in some shape or form 6-7 times, and not only eat less but eat healthier, and all ready mornings aren't so bad. Emotionally this is tough for me. I've become pretty fond of my two Advil, bottle of water, cup of coffee and bowl of honey nut Cheerios mornings. You know, 45 minutes of being mad at the dog for being taught he has to pee outside and can't work the front door both ways. This morning, I actually had to get him up! This is thin ice we're treading on. Is my new morning bliss going to include me waiting at the front door for the paper? I guess it's only fair.
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