My Cheeto Tummy

So over the last two weeks my motivation for the gym has taken a sharp nose-dive.

I have, what I like to call, a mild case of insomnia, which has been going on since about high school. Every so often it gets really bad and I end up with almost no sleep for about a week.

Well, the last two weeks has been nothing but fitful sleeping in an overheated apartment. So when the alarm goes off at 5:30, I can just about talk myself out of LEAPING out of bed and going to the gym each morning. And boy, have I noticed the difference in how I feel and what I eat.

Yesterday, as I was chowing down on my afternoon snack of Doritos and Cheetos, I realized I was slowing, but surely going back to that dark, ugly place again. So I renewed my commitment to myself and my goal of being in the best shape of my life by the time I hit Dirty Thirty (which, unfortunately, is only a month away). So I'm back to the diet and back to early mornings at the gym.

Will I actual be in the best shape of my life at the end of March? No, but I'll feel so much better about myself when I dive head first into my birthday cake.