I like to stay up late. I always have. I remember the time when I was a kid and my older brother and his friend and I decided to stay up all night playing Monopoly and eating junk food. The unexciting thing about it is that it really wasn't such a big deal to me. Fun to be with my brother and his friend, but not so hard to stay up. It's just me.
Most of the family I married into*, on the other hand, lives life on the opposite end of the day. I won't tell you which one of them wakes up at (at least) 5:00 every morning and which one of them is cranky if they don't get to bed before 11pm. But I will tell you that Bryan falls somewhere in the middle. So it won't surprise you to know that he's conked out up on the couch right now. And he'll probably read this in the morning before I get up.
*Bryan's youngest brother has us all schooled. I'm not sure he slept at all last Christmas. Oh wait, except for the fact that he didn't wake up until it was afternoon.
But back to me. (As usual.) See, there are some good things about being a night owl. Mostly, it means I get things done at night. Night time cleaning raids are often my most successful. Sewing at night? Creative juices flowing? Check and check.
But there are also plenty of downsides. Like, for instance, the fact that I never want to take tutorial pictures as I make things because the lighting is terrible. (Nevermind the fact that my studio is located in our basement with all of one very tiny window now.) Also? Late nights do not lend themselves well to, ya know, waking up early the next morning. And late wake-ups aren't great for exercising. Or showering. Can you see where I'm going here?
If your mental image is accurate, it should lead you to an image of me that makes you wonder, "Is she pregnant?" Except I'm not. I've just been staying up late and not getting up early to go on walks or go running or something. And I may or may not have eaten
So here's my thing. I'd like to lose weight and be uber skinny and pretty, but not have to wake up early and go running. And I'd still like to eat at least one or two desserts every day. And I'd like to not be made into a robot of some sort.
Gah. It's hard to make good choices sometimes, you know? Treats vs. being pretty and skinny... it should be an obvious answer. But it's just not. Not when there are cookies involved.
Oh, or early mornings.