My inner slug is firmly convinced that the best place to be in the early morning hours is in a nice warm comfy bed. Screw this exercise stuff. Later. Just a few more minutes, then I'll get up, honest. Every morning we've had a tug of war between willpower and won't-power.
I would place the alarm clock outside in the hall, so I had to get up to turn the damn thing off, and still I'd waver.
Go downstairs to work out? Or back to that bed, which I can hear calling me so persuasively?
When I stumble downstairs and switch on the TV, even then, the slug's attitude is: I really need a cup of tea before I start waving my arms around. Don't want to hurt myself. Hey, that early morning infomercial looks quite interesting. Maybe I should watch it. I might actually make a fortune in real estate, just like that man with the bad toupee...
The inner slug is sneaky. But I'm going to match guile for guile. I've started playing little tricks on myself. I tell myself things like:
- I'll just turn the video on while I'm preparing my tea. I can watch the intro.
- Well, maybe it won't hurt just to do the warm up, while the tea cools down.
- I'll stop after this next exercise
- Okay, just a few minutes more of this particular routine. (I find this one particularly satisfying to use. Turn the slug's persuasive powers upon itself.)
I'm thinking in a few more
And here's something really weird: I think my body is starting to get habituated to this. At least, that's the only explanation (besides alien intervention) that I can think of to explain why for the last couple of days I've been waking up full of energy. I know, I know. Weird. But my body seems to have gotten the idea that I'm going to be making it work out in the early hours and it's getting prepared.
If only I could persuade the inner slug to get prepared as well.