Friday, September 14, 2012
I know a lot of people are 'stress eaters'. When they're stressed, they eat. I'm not that kind of a person. I have my own issues with food (mindless grazing, and social pressure are my biggies), but reaching for food when stressed isn't one of them.
No, my issue is sleep. Or lack thereof. When I'm stressed, two things happen. First, I can't sleep. My mind races, I find it hard to fall asleep, and then I wake up often during the night, jolted out of sleep by panicky thoughts that may or may not be related to what's stressing me out. Secondly, this lack of good sleep makes me tired during the day, and all I want to do is curl up and go to bed.
Combined, I spend all day in a fog of exhaustion, my brain benumbed, concentration shot, and a body that just wants to give up and not ever move again. Since I pretty much need to exercise to lose weight (I can starve all day, nothing happens if I don't "push that tush"), this leads to bad things, body-wise.
Yesterday I managed a ten minute jolt of strength exercises, so I hit my minimum daily goal of 10 min of exercise per day. However, I failed miserably at the 'get 30 min of cardio' goal for my 28 Day Bootcamp challenge. I didn't get 6,000 steps in. I crawled into bed about 9:30 pm and stared at the walls for an hour and a half, too tired to get up but too awake to fall asleep. Fortunately I mostly slept through the night, once I did get to sleep, and I'm not feeling too terrible this morning. Hopefully I can get through the day and get in a walk and a Curves session and salvage the week.
Yesterday was not completely bleak.
1/ Playing a distracting play-by-email game at work, a version of Werewolf. I'm the Moderator (and was completely cleared through the boss, well, the one that was just let go, but still sanctioned and everything), and its a nice change of pace from work and worrying about work. And people seem to be enjoying themselves.
2/ I did actually sleep through the night. First night in several days. So that's something.
3/ My boys are awesome and snuggly and don't care if I'm slothful sleepy and lying about the house. In fact, they prefer it. I am, after all, their favourite cat bed. Nothing is more relaxing than listening to a cat purr.