I love when I can blog and share my triumphs and things that I’ve overcome, but I also think it’s important for me to share the difficulty I sometimes have when it comes to maintaining a healthy lifestyle, because I never want to glorify myself or my habits.

No matter how many articles or blog posts I read about fitting a workout in before work, this will never be easy for me.

Meet my enemy.

Meet my best friend.

Every morning, my enemy starts making the most ungodly noise ever. (Ask anyone who’s ever shared a hotel room with me.)

My best friend tempts me with this soft duvet and pillows.

In my not-at-all awakeness, I smack the snooze button and vow to wake up the next time. Each time. Until it’s too late to work out.

It’s not something that I’m proud of, or that I even really do consciously, but it’s the truth.

And it happened again this morning. And yesterday morning. And the morning before that. If I don’t have after-work plans, I don’t usually try to work out in the morning, but lately I’ve been having a lot of Junior League meetings after work (our Winter Ball is coming up) and other commitments.

Remember that strength challenge? I’ve had a hard time getting to the classes, and I had to email Jaz this morning and tell her I needed to drop out. She was super-understanding, but it still sucks to have to admit defeat. I’m not a person who can continue to function on a little sleep, though, so I just couldn’t. I had to sacrifice something, and I can’t sacrifice work or Junior League.

I’m still going to train for the half-marathon (although I’m not sure if I’m still going to aim for a PR…) and still try to make myself strength train twice per week, but it’s going to be much more casual. I’ll probably download a Runner’s World Smart Coach program and loosely follow it. I’ve done the distance quite a few times before, so I really just want to have a base.

I’m trying to eat a little healthier as of late since I’ve been working out less (more on this another time), since I like maintaining my weight. And, you know, fitting into my clothes.

But sushi’s hard to give up.

Tomorrow’s another day, so I’m going to sleep right now so I can try to run tomorrow morning.

Is your alarm clock a jerk, too? How the hell does one get over this?