You know one slice of French silk pie has 19 grams of SATURATED fat, not to mention 31 grams of total fat.
And here I am eating a slice at 11:53pm. It’s actually my second “meal” today.
Thus, I FAIL on three important points:
1. I didn’t eat anything today until dinner. Wasn’t hungry. Didn’t feel like eating. I did, finally, have coffee with lots of sugar though for “lunch”… like I said FAIL.
2. I am eating binging after 8pm, or is it supposed to be 7pm. I don’t remember the rule, because I never abide by it anyway. It’s so late, I think I just ate my breakfast for tomorrow morning. Again, FAIL.
3. 31 grams of fat in my belly right now while I am watching my DVR recording of Biggest Loser. Need I say more. EPIC FAIL.
Just about midnight… And there go my intentions of having a somewhat decent curfew.
I have been meaning to organize my crawlspace for a while six years. Everything my hubby and I have owned that I have not been able to part with is thrown under there. Bills from 2004 still lurk under there and every single piece of paper that my sons’ made a simple mark on is under there too. Clothing that hasn’t fit me, nor has been in style, since 1999 is there. I have more toys piled up than my children should have ever owned. I have bags of stuff labeled “ebay” or “donate” but it all just sits there. It’s a semi-organized chaos, meaning that I can pretty much find everything I am looking for, but with my mobility issues I have trouble climbing over piles of stuff to reach it most of the time. This is why today I am under the crawlspace starting from the entrance and slowly, but with determination, working my way through the jungle.
Above ground, you’d never think of me as a hoarder. But I do have OCD. I cannot stand trash on the counters, laundry on the floor, wet towels on the furniture, and dirty dishes in the sink. I am a list writer and checker of doors at night. It’s funny though, because sometimes I do not have the stamina to have OCD – it’s too much work and my body and brain shut down. But below ground I am an OCD hoarder because that’s really easy to do.
Regardless, I try to keep up with my housework, especially in the main living areas, but in that crawlspace you’d swear you were on the set of Hoarders: Buried Alive. I keep everything. And now it’s time to start fresh and let most of it go. I need organization back in my life.
I’m just lucky I don’t have a full basement because I would really be in trouble right now!
I AM that oxymoron: the chronically fatigued insomniac.
One thing, which I know would probably make me healthier and feel better, would be for me to go to bed at a decent hour. Not to mention I have heard rumors that a solid 8-9 hours of sleep helps prevent you from aging. Being as that I am hitting the half way mark between 30 and 40 in January, and I am beginning to see gravity and life slowly affect my outward appearance. Also, my inner soul is starting to tire.
I have always been a night-owl, but my youth and graduate studies tended to keep me from needing more than 4-6 hours of sleep a night. I did fine with nights of no or little sleep before the age of 25, and then it rolled over to having two boys in a span of 20 months, which precipitated the “lack of sleep” issue. Again, I did ok with that.
And now, I have two darling boys that go to bed without complaints at 8pm, no questions asked. I truly am lucky and blessed that they welcome bedtime as easily as they do. I wonder if when this perfection will end.
I, however, stay up for hours after they’ve gone to bed. Sometimes I am doing useful things, like getting clothes ready for the next day of school, making lunches, loading the dishwasher, and folding a load of laundry. Often though I get sucked into my DVR that I only watch at night because my boys, including my husband, are soundly asleep in bed and they really have no interest in watching Project Runway or Top Chef.
My question is if anyone out there sets a curfew for themselves?
I am usually asleep by 1am. Everyday when I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep, I tell myself that I will go to bed earlier today, and I never do. The few times I have tried, I have failed miserably. I lay in bed wide awake with my mind racing a million miles a minute. I am on a first name basis with Melatonin and Ambien right now.
MS is a funny (as in perplexing) disease. It’s as though I cannot fall asleep at night, then I wake up exhausted in the morning, trudge through the day like a zombie, have to sit down every few minutes because my body fatigues so easily, then cannot fall asleep to take a nap when given the opportunity, and am so fatigued until the cycle repeats itself.
