It Should Not Take Over 2 Hours to do a 1.5hr Workout.

Between the man and the dogs every night, the idiots at work who "MISS ME" on my ONE DAY OFF, and the phone ... the PHONE ... I can't get a workout in edgewise.

I'm going to fix them all. NO ONE wants me at 6am. Not even my damned dogs. Back to the morning schedule. I hate getting out of bed before I have to. Sleep is so hard to come by and it was just so convenient to work out in the evening - so much better than sitting on the couch after a long day of having the soul sucked out of me at the office.

WHY won't people leave me alone? If I was doing nothing, no one would move. I hit the treadmill or the bench and EVERYONE CHECKS IN. OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

The one person that I would expect to understand is my hubby2b. He's always talking about how great I look and my dedication, why - WHY does he only want to talk to me when I'm on the treadmill? (Or on the phone with someone other than him ... that's another story). H2B and my male dog ... they both want me more when I'm trying to work on myself.

The little male Boston Terrier - he's taken to playing mind games. Sits beside the treadmill with his little ears pinned down, trembling. I get off the treadmill and everything's fine. Fell for it twice today. Then I told him to stop messing with me and he just got up and walked away. Now that was more amusing than annoying, but you get my drift.

From now on, it's 6am. I will NOT go pounding down the aisle one pound above my goal weight because of dogs or men or evil coworkers. (... The coworkers with their constant grease pushing and let's-go-eat-wings and interrupting workouts... there's got to be a special ring of hell reserved for people who focus on destroying each others attempts at self-improvement.) (Unless it's your mother, I suppose...)

6am: My voodoo protection doll. I will succeed.