Stuck Like Glue
It seems as though I've been walking through glue ever since Thanksgiving. I was ahead of the game and got my Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving. That's a first! And then I finished my Christmas shopping that weekend. I was drunk from spending money so fast.
I think that may be the reason for the metaphoric glue stuck to my shoes. I did not pace myself and burned through all the activities that normally take me several weeks. While it's nice to know that these tasks are taken care of, with nothing to do now but wait, I am just ready for Christmas to get here so I can get on to the New Year. What? Did I really say that? My favorite, spiritually significant holiday and I just want to race through it on to the next thing?
That is how my life has been for the past two years. I now work day shift after a 20-year career on nights. The rat race of day shift is no joke, but I thought I would be used to it by now. But how does one get used to treading water or barely holding your head above it at times?
I just got around to reading my November issue of Sleep Review magazine. There is a very good article about a smart man and his position on fatigue and sleep and his mission to educate and effect change in attitudes about sleep in all the 24/7 environments. He believes that people still do not understand sleep and how it effects the body and our performance, abilities and alertness. I am very excited to watch his progress.
So what does that have to do with my situation? My own life is a 24/7 environment and I am a sleep professional who, after two years, still has not been able to tame the beast. I go to bed at a decent time, have no problems falling or staying asleep, and I stick to a routine. But some days it is a struggle to get out of bed. I had a home sleep test which said yes, I snore, but no, I do not have sleep apnea. WHEW! So while informative, I am now still trudging through glue.
I have added weight loss efforts to my list and try as I might I have not been able to make it to the gym more than one day a week. My well-meaning health professional insists that this is the way to more energy and a better outlook. If I would only exercise then I would break free from the mire. So I guess I've got my wish ... my plans for the new year are falling right in to place and I haven't even made it to Christmas yet.
Maybe Santa will leave me some magic dust that will fix it all.