Its strange...I get to a point almost every night where I'm just exhasted of it...I dont really romanticize the R anymore- I sure do flog myself a bit though...
But everynight I start to feal at peace, then the morning sets in w/ that dose of reality...sometimes she's not the first thing I think of, sometimes she is...when she is, I know it's a rough start.
I have to be honest though, I have still been stuck in a rut w/ the gym...I try to go in the morning but hit snooze too many times- still up by 5am though
