There’s something to be said for getting up early. This morning I was up earlier than most mornings and I was ON FIRE all day.
Usually I blame a bad nights sleep for my lay ins (when I say lay in, I mean 7.30 / 8am, I have a three year old after all). I’m so tired after getting up numerous times a night that I grab all of the rest I can when my little one sleeps in. Last night was no different, my girl has had the chicken pox so she was unsettled all night; yet for some reason I felt fresh as a daisy when I woke up at 6.30am. Instead of rolling over and trying to grab a little extra shut eye, I got up and did my meditation early. I’m glad I did because my baby woke up just after seven and then my real day began.
While she was still sleepy, I did my Jillian Michael’s (the USA’s toughest trainer) exercise routine. Usually I struggle to motivate myself to train first thing but it made such a difference, it set me up for the rest of the day. And instead of spending the day procrastinating , trying to think of excuses to get out of going for a run or to the gym, I didn’t have to think about it because it was already done.
Because I felt healthy from my training session, I decided on a healthy breakfast and made myself a (disgusting) fresh green fruit and vegetable juice. I was like a bundle of energy. I flew around the house, cleaning windows (a rare thing), changing bedding, washing cushion covers and duvets, ridding the house of of that pesky chicken pox virus. By 10.30am, myself and my girl were showered and dressed and out of the house and I’d done more than I usually would have in a whole day.
Being so productive first thing meant I was ahead of myself the whole day. Where as usually I’d be chasing my tail, I could relax knowing that most of my daily chores were already done. It also meant that I could look forward to an evening in front of the TV with my hubby or reading a book, instead of still emptying the washing machine and the tumble dryer at 8 / 9pm like I usually would be.
As a rule I’m always complaining of feeling tired (in my defence I am busy all of the time), but today I felt great all day. I even had the energy for a little trampolining with my girl before she went for her evening bath, a time of day when I am usually shattered. Having that extra time with her made me feel great, that’s usually Daddy time while I’d be busy doing house stuff.
It just goes to show that if you get yourself up and about and busy early doors, you get a lot more out of your day. Hell, imagine what I could do if I did that every day. Let’s see if I can.