This morning I woke up 90 minutes before my trainer session with H. at 10:30, this was sufficient time (or so I thought) to wake up, eat, caffeinate and great ready to be there on time but of course I was wrong. I am consistently 5 minutes late for my sessions, which I feel pretty bad about but H. is a pretty low key, understanding trainer so I tend to get away with it. The problem is that mornings are still really hard for me, even when I get a decent amount of sleep it takes me a good hour and at least one cup of coffee before I’m coherent let alone ready to work out.  It’s really all about logistics, since I have to wait 30 mins before eating or drinking after taking my prilosec it would be logical for me to set my alarm 30 minutes before I want to wake up, place my pills beside the bed with a glass of water, take it and then go back to sleep. However, I seldom do this and find myself shoveling mediocre oatmeal in my face 5 minutes before I have to leave to go work out. Not exactly the ideal situation.

My whole life I’ve had issues with organization, time management and general absent mindedness which tends to exacerbate my anxiety issues. Things have definitely gotten better since I started working out, which is interesting and awesome at the same time but I still struggle with it on days like today where I’m running late or have misplaced my keys/glasses/phone/purse/head.

Thankfully, my workout today was FANTASTIC and I posted on twitter earlier that I could actually see my arm muscles. I noticed a distinct outline of muscle on my upper arms when I was doing some sort of fly in front of the mirror. Granted underneath that outline was still a bunch of fat and skin but it didn’t matter! Just knowing that the past month and a half had made a positive difference made me concentrate on that one little happy detail and it set the tone for the rest of the workout and my day.

So I say frak logistics. I may not always be organized and I may be late sometimes but why get stressed over the little negative details when the little positive ones are really what make life worth living!

For instance: I’m going here in just under 3 months!