The first five days of Living the Life will be called “pre-days.” That’s because I don’t even have the program yet. I won’t be getting it until the July 10 Girls Night Out. I only have a synopsis of some of the first week info. So we’ll be doing five days of week one, and then starting week one over on Monday. That will put us on a schedule where we can take off exercise on Sunday—which fits our lifestyle best.
Being a consummate night owl has wreaked havoc with trying to live a normal life. When I was two, I drove my sister nuts whacking my plastic pants with my feet, doing bicycles in the air in our shared bed. When I was six, she learned to go to sleep with her fingers in her ears (a habit she didn’t break until she went away to college—I would not kid you about that).
This week so far, I have gone to bed at 3:00 am, 4:00 am, and 5:00 am, respectively. No, I don’t sleep until afternoon. I have six kids, remember? But I did sleep in until 9:30 yesterday. And by the time I could focus on the page telling me what to eat, it was 10:30. Meaning I was exactly four and a half hours late for breakfast number one.
I didn’t think it would make sense to try to cram all the food in the remaining hours. And I didn’t think I should eat until midnight. So, I just fixed the meal that seemed most appealing when I was hungry. I think I got five of the seven in.
I did, however, do a superlative job on the exercise. And my muscles told me so before I even went to bed (although that wasn’t until well into today—so I shouldn’t be surprised). Anyway, suffice it to say that my biceps and shoulders are keenly aware that I’m doing a new fitness routine.
Oh, and I think the plank will be the death of me.