Time toccata

Is it easy to change habits especially ones that are comforting and effortless to get addicted to?
Of course we end up falling into habits that are inviting and relax us which is why they're habits in the first place, but as convenient as they are, seemingly so, they sometimes end up being cumbersome, burdensome, even impractical, and as much as you want to rid them, habits being habits are not easily disentangled.

A habit I'd fallen into was waking up early to fix breakfast/pack lunch and go back to sleep again.
The sleep in question was sweeter than a lovers embrace but just like the mentioned embrace it was difficult to break free of it and often I'd oversleep; sometimes not waking up until nine.
How the bed beckoned and how alluringly I let myself get enchanted in its cottony magnetism is easily guessed and as deliciously correct that decision felt at the time I'd always regret it later.

All my chores and activities got pushed to much later and at times when I'd hoped I'd have time to be with myself I realised it was evening already which meant dinner, tv and sleep.
Add to that the fact that I felt like I was immersed in chores all the time, since the hours daily assigned to such designated activities were encroached by my sleep.
Each day I'd decide to do better, or wake up early or put a alarm to sleep for only half an hour but I was kidding myself.
I'd turn off the alarm, justify my second innings of unnecessary sleep and regret or feel guilty after.
This went on for months and day after day I saw my entire day spiraling out of control.
I'd breakfast late, workout late, lunch late and immediately after find myself in the kitchen again preparing dinner.

Finally!! Finally one day I ignored the dulcet charms of my comfy bed and instead of sleeping went about my regular morning routine that on other days used to commence much after eight or nine that now began shortly after 6:30, and would wonders ever cease? I was done with my breakfast- workout- post workout meal by 10:30.

What on earth?
I'd almost forgotten this feeling of being up and about so early and now for the past couple weeks I find myself out of bed at 5:45 with a luxurious amount of time carpeting my entire day.
Of course, there are days when the entire day isn't enough to cope with its drudgeries but I don't necessarily hold that against it.

Yes it could be argued that one can utilise nighttime, but then again, there is only so much one can do at night; moreover I find myself leaning less towards creative activities at night and more towards unwarranted, unnecessary indulgences.

Am I a morning person?
Of course not, but how does one deny the fact that it's far easier to get on with an early morning than with a late night.