No rest for the wicked
I didn't want to do it. The alarm went off at 5:15 this morning, as it does every workday morning, and I hit snooze (as I also do most workday mornings). When it went off the second time, I rolled over and turned on the light, then turned off the alarm. I grabbed my robe and towels with the notion that I'd hit the shower, then put them down on the bed. I pulled off my nightgown and put on my workout "outfit" -- an old pair of flannel pants and a favorite old shirt -- tied on my tennies and started a quick stretch. I jumped... um, as much as one jumps before dawn... on the elliptical machine and started to watch the clock tick up to 5 minutes. I only took two short rests in those 5 minutes, and also did two quick bursts.
That's a huge hurdle what with it being Monday and all, the first day back after holiday hoopla, icy and cold and dark outside, and having skipped yesterday. I don't mind saying that I'm very proud of myself.
I'm still flossing, too.