While my morning rituals (wake up early, step on scale, go to the gym, eat at work) have been decimated over the past few months, I am slowly going through the destruction and picking up the pieces. Stepping on the scale was one of those pieces I've been collecting the last week or two. But this morning I didn't even bother.
Last night I woke up with such extreme anxiety that after an hour of tossing and turning, I decided to get up and be productive. I have never had problems sleeping - light, noise, environment - nothing bothers me. After an hour and a half, I started eating, hoping the food in my stomach would numb the wedding-related terror. (Lovely Lady and I are looking at venues this weekend, and I feel so unprepared!)
It was a food storm. And this morning, I didn't step on the scale.
But this morning was the first morning that I went to the gym in a long time. After my last post I realized that I need my morning routine back. It was a glorious morning at the gym. Normally I play fast music and try to keep up. After last night, though, I wasn't prepared to sweat my heart out like that. Instead, I played some soothing music and just went at my own pace. It was just perfect - relaxing, endorphin-producing, moved my body, and got me out of bed.