The alarm blasted on at 5:30 this morning to rouse me for my run. Having gone to bed at almost midnight, I promptly hit the snooze button and immediately fell back asleep. When it came on again 10 minutes later, I turned it off completely, and the battle commenced within my head.
"I don't want to run."
"I should get up and run."
"I'm tired - I want to go back to sleep."
"I should go run."
"No, I think I'll just stay in bed. Maybe I'll run tonight, or definitely tomorrow morning."
"Hmmm, ok that sounds good."
And yet, ten minutes later, I got myself out of bed. And into my running clothes. And, eventually, out on the street. I did my four miles, and it went well. On the way back as I was running, I remembered that I had almost stayed in bed. I smiled and thought "And now I'm almost done, and I feel good, and now I don't have to worry about doing it later. Which I probably wouldn't have." This Morgan is not the Morgan I am used to. That Morgan would have stayed in bed, skipped the run, felt guilty all day, and never have made it up. As I thought about it, I identified a few more ways in which I have changed.
I miss my chickens - fresh eggs are the best.
I eat eggs. I have been disgusted by eggs since I left my childhood (I ate them when I was little, but at some point that stopped.) I don't like fried eggs very much, but I am all for a good scramble filled with eggs and veggies.
I eat bananas. I have always had a texture issue with them. The only way I ever ate them was on toast with some peanut butter, and even then it was few and far between. But lately I have been forcing past the gag reflex and eating them, before running or after, and it is going pretty well. They have to be just the right ripeness or I have a real problem, but for the most part it is fine.
I also eat oatmeal. When I was a kid, I hated oatmeal. It made me feel like throwing up. My dad's girlfriend at the time, who was not a nice person, used to make oatmeal pretty frequently. When I would gag while eating it, she would tell me, in all seriousness, that if I threw up in it, I was going to have to eat that too. So even as an adult I have loathed oatmeal. But when I started trying to lose weight and working out, I kept reading about how good oatmeal is for you and so on. So I started eating it, a little at a time with different tweakings, until I was over the immediate gag that came from the memories of my childhood. Now I like steel cut oats, and I don't even need brown sugar to eat them (although I do love it that way - and sprinkle some in from time to time as a treat.)
I know that I have probably changed in a lot of other ways too, but the eating and exercise is the easiest to see. I have cut out sugars for the last little while, and the scale shows that I am down 2.8 pounds as of this morning. It is nice to feel like I am on a roll again. I hope everyone else is doing well too!