I’ve been waking at 2am sharp every morning for the past 5 days, and trying to go back to sleep is merely an antagonistic slap in the face of the pseudo-dreams that play in my mind. It’s wearing on me; I’m finding it more and more difficult to get myself out of bed in the morning or get to work on time. Last night, I couldn’t even do my pilates exercise when I got home from yoga. Instead, I ate my 300 calories of steamed spinach and couldn’t even summon the energy to clean up after myself in the kitchen (and B hates a kitchen mess), instead, I went right to bed.
I stayed in bed as long as I could, if not to sleep then at least to enjoy the comfort and stillness of my warm blankets. I stumbled through getting myself ready for the day, navigating a dirty kitchen for my coffee and lunch, with a turbulent stomach and slight headache. I even contemplated calling out for the day, as all I can imagine doing right now is lying perfectly still in the center of my white comforter, pillows tucked in all around me to contain and capture.
I went to work anyway, ate my lunch early to boost my energy (it didn’t work) and I have my first personal training session tonight. Where oh where will my strength be?
Hot shower and warm bed, both calling my name.