Monday, June 06, 2011
I only jogged a mile this morning. Ugh.
Mondays are always hard for me.
On the weekend, it's easier to give in when my husband wraps his arms around me to keep me in bed. There isn't anywhere pressing to be. It's just us and our time to snuggle together. Inevitably I doze off after a few minutes and we wake up to start our day a few hours later.
Then Monday rolls around. It's the start of my work week. If I want to fit exercise into my day (and you know I do!), then I have to be up by 5:45 am. That gives me 30-45 minutes to exercise. But after even just a couple of days of going to bed closer to midnight and getting up closer to 9 am, that 5:45 am wakeup call is tortuous. Seriously, it took me 30 minutes to get my butt in gear this morning so that I could go for a jog. The jog itself was painful too. It's just a double whammy of "ugh".
I'm one of those people who really does need a sleep schedule. Without a schedule I get cranky. I get tired at weird hours. If I can't take a nap, my body craves junk food. It's not a pretty sight and it's not good for my healthy living goals.
I don't think my husband realizes just how much I rely on a sleep schedule. He claims that he doesn't need one even though I notice how irritable and easily confused he is without enough sleep. So, he tries (and usually succeeds) to guilt trip me into staying up "a little" later as often as he can.
The result? Me being tired, not getting the best workout I can, and feeling resentful of him for keeping me up... and mad at myself for giving in again.
I know I just need to make him aware of what he's doing. I also know that I just need to say no and go to bed at a reasonable hour.