It was one of those things that God brings together in our lives sometimes. I ran out of caffeine. All of it. In the space of a few days I was out of my regular pop and tea, with no money to get more. The next week or so is a blur. I would sleep 12 hours, get up, stagger out to my rocker, sit down and doze off. I couldn't help it.
Then, slowly, things began to change. Instead of staying awake half the night (to be fair I also quit listening to my MP3 player in bed, at least for the most part) I would fall asleep fairly quickly and get up on time. My mood elevated through the roof, at least part of the time. I had considered going back on medication for depression and having myself tested for sleep apnea, but I'm no longer considering those things. Then, in spite of being awake almost all night, I actually exercised this morning, and even cranked the resistance on my cycle up a notch! Instead of trying to talk myself into doing what is good for myself. I make a half-hearted attempt to talk myself OUT of doing the right thing-- and fail!
I'm not totally sure what's going on, but I like it!