Yaya

I HAD TO SELFIE ABOUT IT

Yaya
I HAD TO SELFIE ABOUT IT

Yesterday afternoon, I was told I looked drained and exhausted.

And I was, I really was; not because I had a hard day at work but because physically, my body was giving out. 

You see, every weekday, I wake up at 4 a.m., I’m out of bed by 4:30, and at the gym by 5. I knock out a good 30-45 minutes of cardio/weights. 

I’m a morning person so it’s not hard for me to get up, but here lately, my efforts don’t seem to be adding up. I tirelessly work my butt off at the gym but the scale doesn’t seem to fit my efforts.

It’s very frustrating! And I can see why people give up; I can empathize.

Nonetheless, my workouts and sadly, my lack of sleep finally caught up to me yesterday.

I was left with zero energy, dehydrated and a bit disappointed. So much so, that I didn’t even realize it until someone pointed it out to me.

So this morning I decided to give myself a break.

I skipped the gym and allowed my body an extra 2 hours of sleep. And let me tell you, that made a huge difference.

I woke up feeling great.

So great... 

I ripped my sweater and had to selfie about it.

And yes, this is how I started my morning but I didn't care because I felt rested, happy—ripped shirt and all.

MORAL? 

Sleep is everything. Rest is good. And sweaters, well, they shouldn't be overworked either.