Day 1

I think I was up half the night. Tossing and turning in anticipation of my intentional 5am wake up call. I think my excitement (if you want to call it that) woke the baby because she started to make some noise as I was walking out the door. I could've thrown in the towel right there but I'm in training now. So I fed sweet E. And then quietly rolled out the front door with tiny Angel in tow.

And.I.ran. I was amazed my legs still worked. I admit I had to really concentrate on my form, but who cares? I went running. And it felt so unbelievably good. While I only went out for 15 - 20 minutes (didn't want to push it after all this time), I ended with stretching, push-ups, triceps dips, and step ups on my back stairs. I even did 10 real sit-ups. What a joke that was...my abs were like, "what the...". Baby steps, right?

All in all, I feel good. And I still have some time alone. I'm going to make a pot of coffee and read. This is good for my soul. Here's hoping the high lasts (come on endorphins) and daughter #1 wakes up in a good mood.

And let me just add this. It feels good to say I'm going to do something for me and actually do it. Carving out time each day just for me is up to me. Know what I mean?

Word. J