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Showing posts with label lack of sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lack of sleep. Show all posts

It's the Surprises that Really Count

I woke up at 4 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. So now I feel overly tired. I'd love to take a nap.


I did the aerobics class this morning. At least there was one other person besides me today. I guess the instructors have gotten the word that they can't teach a class with just one person in it. At least I'm committed to my exercise. But it does make me sad that I'll find something else to do on days that I'm the only one who shows up.

I'm thinking of getting a manicure and pedicure tonight. I think that will make me feel better.

OK. I didn't do it.

Life is full of twists and turns and nothing ever turns out the way you plan. But then I guess if you could plan every minute of your life, it won't be worth living. It's the surprises that take your breath away.

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A Lifetime Ago

This time I woke up at 3:30 a.m. So I at least got an extra hour of sleep. But I didn't go to work today. I decided that I need to just relax. I wish this would just stop. I think I'm to the point where I'm worrying too much about it. The muscles around my eyes are aching from lack of sleep.

I think I worry too much about things that I can't do anything about--like which way the wind blows. I want things to happen but I don't have any idea how to make them happen--like finding a cure for cancer. Sometimes things "just are." There's no way to change the past. But we can learn from the past. I've made a lot of mistakes over my lifetime. And I'm trying to learn from them.

I'm asking myself questions like: Why do I always choose alcoholic men to get involved with? After I choose these men, why do I then wonder why my relationship sucks?

I've really only ever loved three men in my life: JP, AJ, and DC. And guess what they all had in common? I tried to rekindle something with DC, but I don't think it's going to work. And maybe it shouldn't. Sometimes the past should just remain in the past. And maybe I picked this past relationship because deep down I knew it wouldn't be what I wanted it to be. That way it was sure to fail and I was sure to remain safe.

I don't think I'm ready to move on. I'm just now getting used to being single. And, much to my surprise, I'm kind of liking it.

I've been doing a lot of heavy duty dreaming lately. But I can't remember what the dreams were about. Maybe I'm working things out in my dreams. I wish I could remember them. I was once really good at remembering my dreams. I need to work on sharpening that skill again.

By now you're likely asking yourself: What in the Hell does all of this have to do with weight loss? Quite a bit actually. If you can't come to terms with why you're fat, you'll never get skinny. Seeking out crappy relationships is just one of the things that I keep stuffed away inside me--all smashed down under cake, ice ceam, and potato chips. What I've got to figure is why I don't think I deserve anything better.

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It's the Middle of the Night

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night again. I've been up since 2:30 a.m. I worked out, but I'm wilted—although I'm not as tired as I thought I would be.


Only two people showed for aerobics this morning—and then the other girl had to leave early. That left me alone with a 20-year-old aerobics instructor bent on killing me. But I managed to get through it. One of toughest things about being the only one left in class is that you can't slack off when you're getting tired. You have to keep up otherwise the aerobics instructor looks like a dork jumping around all by herself. And no one wants that, right?

I wish I could figure out why I'm not sleeping. Is it hormonal or not? I just want to sleep. I'm taking sleeping pills, but they do little good. I sleep for a while, then I'm awake. It's like I'm roused out of a deep sleep into full awakeness—if that makes any kind of sense. I told you I'm not getting any sleep people.

So I'm tired.

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