Birthdays and Morning Routines

I have a very simple morning routine each day I go to work. I walk into the door from the parking lot and hike up the small flight of stairs. I drop off my purse, set up my Mac and head into the kitchen to put my lunch in the fridge. I split open a whole wheat English muffin, drop it in the toaster and let it warm up while I fill my water bottle up at the cooler. I smear a good helping of peanut butter on my breakfast once it pops up and head over to my desk. I crack open my delicious Cherry Coke Zero and ALWAYS take a sip before biting into my English muffin. Only then, am I ready to work.


This is my routine. It takes an act of God to stray from it. 


December was the month we fell out of our routine (and by "we" I really mean "me"). I had too many happy hours after work, too many holiday parties, too many family gatherings with delicious food and drink that were WAY more fun than working out. The last two days, I've promised myself that I would workout, get back into our "routine" and both nights I've gone to bed a little bit squishier.  But tomorrow is different. Tomorrow starts a new chapter.

Tomorrow I turn 29 (or I should say "Brooke and I" turn 29). And what better way to kick off 29 than finally getting into a fitness routine. And since my morning routine is of the only things I don't EVER stray from during the week, working out needs to be in the morning. Josh and I will still work out together a few days a week at home at night, but 95% of my training will be in the morning. 

So if you are at the LA Fitness in St. Louis Park anytime after January 15th around 6am, stop by and say hello. And if you don't see me, feel free to stop by my house and drag me kicking and screaming out of bed. Because it's going to take a while before I can call working out part of my sacred "morning routine."