The Allure of the Button...

I am not a morning person.

When I was a baby and even through the younger years apparently I was.

Not anymore.

In the last few weeks I had a revelation. Its November. I am no where near my new years resolution for a lifestyle change...and I finally got angry enough at myself to do something about it.

I have been working out every day, sometimes twice, for two 1/2 weeks, missing only one day due to the inability to move after the previous evenings workout. I have only had a small amount of chocolate (it was people's birthdays so I joined in the cake fun - no worries, only a small piece) and haven't had chocolate touch my lips in a week now. Nor really junk of any kind. What can I say, I got fed up.

I am a stubborn and determined person. Not always. Just when I hit my breaking point. Some people call it my feisty side. Well, watch out world cuz the feisty side is out full scale!

--Okay, so I know it seems somewhere along this blog I have lost my focus. But stay with me... I really do have purpose here --

I have been trying to get up early in the mornings to work out.

About 40% of the time I have been successful. The other 60. Well...not so successful.

I end up succumbing to the allure of a certain button located at the center of my alarm clock.

The Snooze button.

While I love the person who invented the snooze button, I also find myself perturbed at the fellow, or lady, who invented this button I have a love/hate relationship with. I love to sleep in. But when I need to get up, often times I have found I have utilized the snooze button so many times that an hour of my morning it wasted, and suddenly I am rushing around hoping to still make it to work on time.

Ah the allure of the ever popular snooze button...maybe my next alarm should not include one...

Although then I might just turn my alarm completely off in my sleep...and that might be even worse...