Another Day Dawns

I am not a morning person. I know I'm not, I've known it for years. Ever since that third day of early morning seminary when the shine wore off and I realized that I still had to get out of bed and get in the car and go to a slightly smelly building for four more years before the sun was up. I've known that I am not usually a happy person before 8:00 am on a good day. And yet I now get up at 5:40 AM and go running with a friend in the hopes that I will lose this baby weight that just doesn't seem to want to come off. I give myself a peptalk the night before: "You can do it. It'll be worth it! Just think of the cute clothes that are somewhere in your closet that you'll be able to wear. Just think of how good you'll feel knowing you accomplished something for yourself. Just think how you're prolonging your life.." blah blah blah. And yet I do it. Have I lost weight?.... sort of. One day I'll be able to explain to myself how running up hills at in the upper elevations of UT at an unholy hour is easier than giving up chocolate. But until then, pass the snickers and don't get in my way.