I will never be a morning person.
I get up when I need to, but I sure don't like it.
If I had it my way, I'd sleep until 9-10am every single day.
They didn't call me 'Snoozin' Susan' when I was younger for nothing.
I've accepted it. In fact, I'm embracing my love of sleep; I decided that I will go back to lazy Sundays. 'Lazy' is my least favorite word and I will punch anyone who calls me lazy, but I took a nap while Little Steven was napping on Sunday and I feel so refreshed! Take THAT morning wake up call!
Maybe the giant bags under my eyes will finally disappear.
Let's focus on the positives, shall we?
I've successfully cut down on my caffiene intake, I work out regularly (brag: 80 min. cycling sesh/800 calories burned/23 mi. BOOYA), and I have stepped up my game in the clothing department - dare I say I look dang cute? I dare.
So, now that we've established my single flaw (HA!), finish this sentence...
I will never be...