Today was a struggle. Keegan woke up at... I have no idea. I heard him singing A B C in the lounge room and shortly after that, he came in to get me up. So I stumbled through into the lounge room. He was leading me and led me to the baby gate, indicating that he wanted his morning Milo.
I got him set up as usual and went to the bathroom. It was there that I said to myself... Fuck it. I'm skipping today. I can't be bothered doing the cold shower. I'll just not do it today.
So.. I set the timer and dove in. I'm used to arguing with myself. I'm also used to losing those arguments. I used my face scrub, I washed and thought... this isn't too bad today, so I washed my hair as well. Just shampoo though, not conditioner. I'm not that crazy, it's still cold.
I even turned around to look at the tap to make sure it was fully turned to the cold setting, just in case my fat butt had knocked it, betraying me by making it warmer. My butt does like to be warm.
Nope, still cold. Well, I might as well use the conditioner too. Apparently, I am crazy.
I got out, thinking that I'd been in close to the 5-minute mark. 3 min and 10 seconds. Why the hell did I get out? I could have gone longer. I'm starting to think this 5-minute mark is a bit unrealistic. I don't think I even spend 5 minutes in the shower when it's warm. Gonna test that out and get back to you.
oh.. it was 18 degrees today (celsius btw, it never gets to 18 Fahrenheit here)
