Well, it's been easier getting up in the mornings because of my recent work out club that's there in the gym before I am, or at least I pretend they are.
Sure, it's still difficult, especially when I'm snuggling under the warmth of my girl, but now that I've been getting up even earlier, she's too tired to wake me up by nibbling on my ear or caressing my back. She's still asleep, so the only thing I wake up to is her grunting unintelligible groans, and I pretend she's secretly mad that my cell phone alarm went off thrice under the pillow. This is what wakes me up to go to the gym. It's been working so far.
I've found that there are certain benchmarks that occur that gets me even closer to the possibility of going to the gym. Once I've sat up in bed, for instance, is one such threshold. Another is getting my sport bra on. Turning the light in the closet on. Brewing the coffee. These little fulfilled tasks let me know that if I've completed them, I sure as hell should get my ass out the door. Making a circle around the house with my tasks works as well. Get dressed in the closet, travel to the living room to "red up" my professional clothes (my friend told me a great way to remember what to bring in the morning: 1-2-3 undernearth, 1-2-3 on top, which means underneath I need to remember 1) underwear; 2) bra; 3) socks and on the top I need to remember 1) shirt; 2) pants; 3) shoes). Bringing all this gear to work in the morning, and remembering all of it (you'd be surprised how quickly you can forget to bring pants if you have to master bringing your entire professional decor in one little bag plus your nutritious lunch, ipod for music, and purse items including cell phone, cards, and sunglasses), was daunting to me at first. With these small organizational steps, I've been able to bring at least all of this gear. All of this preparation is BEFORE I actually step foot on the eliptical, but of course that's the easy part.
