This Morning

To start off, I hate mornings. Always have. I try to like them, but most days it is futile. My husband had to work early so I got morning duty. Then my blood sugar was over 300 when I woke up and I felt like I had mud in my veins. But, I exercised, a little. I did 10 minutes on the elliptical. I know, not much. But, the iPod is broken and all I had to listen to was the children playing, the baby fussing, the squeak of the machine, and my own labored breathing. It was torture! I ended up watching the clock. I looked at the clock about 10 times and it said 8:53 EVERY TIME! But, I did it. The journey of a 1000 miles begins with one step. I am sure I made more than one step. Then, I felt better after I exercised. I always do, I just forget that I do. It is one of those things I hate to do but am grateful when I have. I will exercise more later. The whole time I am thinking I have "better" things to do with three small children, but working to have a better quality and longer life are the priorities now. I rewarded myself with breakfast. Half a peanut butter sandwich, chunky on wheat bread. About 220 calories. I ate late so maybe I won't need a snack.