When is a goal not a goal?
Friday, April 18, 2014
I know I said yesterday that getting more sleep was a goal. Truthfully, it was more of a wish. PLMitch commented that it was a good goal, and it made me think..."I really didn't make a goal of it." Well, that's going to take some thought and planning. So I started small and set a goal last night for 6 hours sleep. That might not sound like much, but I worked both jobs last night and didn't get home until almost 11:00. I have to start my morning commute no later than 6:30
Meeting a goal requires a plan. First I skipped dinner. Well, not really skipped, but grabbed something quick while I was commuting. Not necessarily the healthiest choice, but that's what I get for jumping in at the last minute. DW would normally keep dinner for me for when I get home, but who reallly needs to eat dinner at 10:30 PM, anyway. I parked the Daddy Cab, visited with DW, Daughter Number 2 and puppy for long enough that no one felt neglected and was snoring by 11.
The alarm went off faithfully at 5, with me planning to be out the door by 5:45 to pick up an hour of OT. Didn't happen. I just kind of dozed for the next hour. It was glorious. I'm sure it doesn't actually count as sleep, especially if you're looking for REM sleep ( it was definitely not that). Still, I think it was worth the $25 it cost me. It didn't do anything for my sleep deficit, which means that whatever trouble lack of sleep causes for weight loss was not mitigated.
Still, on a night when six hours was all I could reasonably expect, I got a solid six and an hour of dozing. I still got to work on time and I feel better than I've felt in days. Though my final alarm wasn't all to pleasant.
It wasn't the clock. I finally woke to the most painful leg cramp. I used to get charlie horses. Painful enough, but I could walk them off. Lately I've been getting them in a muscle on the inside of my thigh. I can' t stretch it out. I can't massage it out. I just have to wait it out, and it really hurts. I must have been a sight, though. I couldn't stand on my left leg because it just wanted to bend up underneath the weight and my right knee was still in much pain from whatever I did to aggravate it. Standing up and walking normally was not even remotely possible, and I had to get through my morning routine. I just kind of stumbled through the house until everything let loose. It made me want to laugh and cry all at the same time. When it was all done, even the knee felt a little better, and I have learned the value of actually setting a goal, instead of just talking about it.
Tonight it's 8 hours and the beginning of the end of my sleep deficit.