it was an interesting experiment

Since I'm visiting the land of the unemployed, I figured I'd try exercising in the morning, instead of late evening. Supposedly morning exercise helps convince your metabolism to be peppier for the rest of the day.

An important thing to know

I am NOT a morning person. Not, not, not. I am known for shambling around the house at 10:30am, zombie-like, waiting for the coffee to be made. Which made the idea of exercising in the morning even more terrifying, but I was determined to try it.

So after my first cup of coffee (and a muffin!), I went and changed out of my jammies into bloomers and a sports bra, then popped in the eeeeeevil "Slim Down" belly dance workout tape.

eeeeeeevil because it is a no-holds-barred aerobic work-out that makes me want to fall over when I use it in the evenings.

10 minutes into it, The Husband looks up from his new RPG book to ask "are you okay? You're flushed all over".

Me: (pant pant pant pant)"I'm fine."(pant pant pant pant wheeze)

The annoying voice-over lady on the tape occasionally says things such as "How are you doing? pause for 4 beats You're doing fine." My reply is laced with gasped obscenities.

The tape ends without my heart exploding out of my chest, which is something I was starting to worry about. Hurrah! I go stand in front of the fan and drink a bottle of FruitWater, then collapse on the couch with another glass of water. Half an hour later, I stagger into the shower.

And you know what? I felt more energetic today. I got a bunch of stuff done, didn't feel sleepy, and felt clearer-headed.

On the one hand, that's kinda cool; I liked the effects.

On the other hand ... oh god, you mean I really should exercise in the mornings? whimpers, wanders off into the night