So last night, I couldn’t sleep. It took me awhile to fall asleep and then a couple of hours later I woke up and could NOT get back to sleep (I may have been replaying Zumba songs in my head, ahem). I think I finally drifted off around 3 am and got up to get ready for work at 6am.

So yeah…tired today.

I got suuuuper sleepy around 4pm and was beginning to talk myself out of going to Zumba tonight:

I’m so tired, I just have no energy for dancing tonight. I probably don’t even have enough energy to make it through the whole hour. I should probably stay home and rest. Yes, I think I’ll just go home and take a nap and skip Zumba tonight. 

Except that once I got home, I started to debate the pros and cons of going:

If I go, I’ll probably feel better afterward. If I stay home, I’ll just end up laying around all evening doing nothing and then I’ll feel even more like crap. I should just go. If I don’t go, I’ll be disappointed in myself. I’ve never been disappointed in myself when I’ve gone before. Okay fine. I’ll go

So even though I really wanted to stay home and veg on the couch while watching American Idol, I suited up and went to shake my groove thang. It was fun and sweaty and I’m glad I went.

So…yay me! I’m kinda proud of myself for winning this round. I don’t always win, but this time I did and I’m happy about it.

This is me high fiving myself.
This is me high fiving myself.