Morning Fail

I tried again to wake up early and run before work.  It was quite the epic fail.  I had set my alarm for an earlier wake up time last night and I also did not shower last night in hopes that a shower after my run would motivate me.  Ha!  I did wake up to my alarm at 5:30 today, but my body was just saying no.  I thought maybe a snooze would help, but it didn't.  I really wanted to run this morning because I had an extra meal last night for good reason at all.  I wasn't even that hungry.

So I haven't lost those few extra pounds I put on while I was in Vail, and it doesn't look like I'll be losing them any time soon either at this rate.  I've also been offered overtime at work which means that I'll be more tired when I get home and even less motivated to work out.  This sucks.

I'm such an asshole

I got up at 8 am this morning for my weekly weekend run.  As I am getting ready, I look over at the wonderful hubster slumbering away peacefully, and I am overtaken by this urge to slap him on the butt.  So what do I do?  What I should have done?  Go back to my morning routine and leave to go on my run?  NOPE!

I walk over to his side of the bed to get a tissue and then on my way back to the bathroom, I slapped him on the butt!  He didn't wake up because he sleeps like a rock, but I couldn't help think how much of an asshole I was.  What if he did wake up?  It's my way of showing I love him.

I Love You, Pookie!