Has anyone seen my motivation? Anyone?

Even though it's been months since I last posted, not a whole lot has changed.  Still working at TMA and still loving it... still ministering at Citylight and loving it... we still have our crazy dog, Mocha... the only real change is that Todd trimmed his beard.  We live a highly exciting life.  It's true.  Oh yeah, and a bunch of new shows have entered the weekday TV scene that I'm totally loving... Bates Motel, Hannibal, the new season of Nurse Jackie, the new season of Grimm, and how can I leave out my beloved teenager-at-heart obsession with The Vampire Diaries!?!?!

Anyway, that pretty much sums up my week - day in and day out - which leads me to this.... something I've come to terms with lately is that I have absolutely lost all motivation to really do anything past getting up in the morning, going to work, getting through the day, and coming home.  After that, I'm pretty much done... and I don't like it!  So, this is where you - my fantastic friends and family - come in.  I'm begging you to encourage and motivate me to STOP being a lazy crap-heap... I WANT to care about my health and fitness again, I want to get to the gym every morning like I had been doing so religiously; I need to get myself out of this rut.  So, can you help a girl out?  Clearly, just setting my alarm for 5:00 am and either sleeping through it or completely ignoring it (let's be honest... this is the case 98.7% of the time) are not working out so well.  So, to all 5 people that read this... but, seriously... it's my hope that YOU are going to (possibly) be checking up on my progress which will give me the kind words and support kick in the pants that I need to get moving again.

So, there you have it... my sad, pathetic attempt at finding motivation in life again.  My alarm is set for 5:00 am; if 'N SYNC

(you're welcome) can't wake me up, hopefully "Bye, Bye, Bye" will annoy the dog to the extent that she'll whine and slap me with her paws and ultimately irritate me so thoroughly that I'll be forced to drag myself out of bed. At that point, I plan to be so annoyed with Mocha for waking me up at that unholy hour that there's no way I could possibly get back to sleep.  So, I'll begrudgingly grab a sweater, somehow make it downstairs without tripping, and take Mocha outside... At this point, I'm hoping that the chill in the air that can only be found prior to 5:00 am will slap me in the face and force me out of zombie mode.  As you can see, I've carefully thought out this plan of attack.  I think it's a pretty good plan.  Also, Todd has offered to simply dump water on me at 4:45 am.  That will probably work much better. 

But, just so you remember that I'm still the super weird girl you've come to know and love, here's a special treat:

I figured that this contains all of classic elements of a typical "Heather" post... humor, poop, my dog... it works.  And, it's 150% accurate. 

Tomorrow morning.  5:00 am.  It's happening.  Today.  Noon.  I'm having Mexican for lunch.  I may have a DQ Blizzard tonight.  Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.  Don't judge.

K... Bye!!!!!!!!!