Sleep

I never said I was smart, but I have always hoped I would be one day.

With all the changes that have come my way in the past year, I have noticed two major developments:

1. I don’t sleep well
2. I have put on 20 lbs.

There are other things that have changed, and not necessarily for the better, but I have these two are the most important, should be addressed relatively soon, and interconnected.

My sleep problems have become more severe over the year, I am up later, and I find my self mindlessly eating. (Ice cream and chips are my biggest weakness.) If I were to sleep better, then I wouldn’t be eating at 2am, right? That seems simple. I should be able to address this easily.

And you can figure out that I haven’t been able to get my arms around this.

I had been thinking that I don’t have enough time to get all the things done that I desire to do. I even said that to myself the other day as I ate chocolate ice cream and watched “Drunk History.”

That’s when it started to dawn on me; it’s not the lack of time, it’s the bad management of time.

There is a psychological factor here. Planning out my sleep, and all the other things in my life doesn’t feel fun, or spontaneous.

But is being out of shape and having no energy, and watching my life pass me by fun and spontaneous?

This will be a long slow process of getting my life back on track. I will have lots of setbacks, and screw ups, but when I woke up today, I had to admit that the way I am living now isn’t making me happy.