It is now the second week of the new fall semester, and things have been a little hectic at times. I strongly believe in having useful and life nourishing routines, which is why one of my goals for the rest of the year is to wake up at 6 a.m. at least three times a week (ideally all five weekdays) so that I can spend some quality time with my husband and get some time to myself to relax while still leaving enough time to comfortably go to the gym before starting my work day. The intentions are there, and I have been successful 2/3 days of the week thus far, but there seems to be some kind of hiccup to continue the routine all of the days that I have planned too. Last Friday it was forgetting my ID card to get into the gym in the first place, so I went to a coffee shop and wrote in my journal instead of working out that morning. Still felt like I got that time to myself before the responsibilities of the work day kicked in, but it was not quite the same. This morning, again managed to wake up at 6 a.m., spend time with my husband while having some coffee, and then ate some cereal while watching an animal show. At around 7 a.m. I started feeling myself fading, not just sleepy, but sort of when you have a cold coming on. I tried to fight it, kept looking over at where my gym clothes were, and then finally gave up, went upstairs and back to sleep for another hour. I felt a bit defeated when I woke up (for the second time!) but ultimately I decided to be kind to myself and practice some flexibility, telling myself I was going to go workout after work instead. Turns out I have strained an inner thigh muscle from my exercising the day before without properly stretching and was limping around all day, so change of plans. No gym at all until my leg feels better. It is hard to feel like you are losing momentum, but beating myself up about is the least healthy response I could have.