Sunday night, I slept like crap. I felt sick, and I had been drinking, so I decided not to take melatonin to help me sleep. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I slept like crap Friday night, too, and slept in WAY too late on Saturday and Sunday mornings. As a result, I was up until after 3 AM.
I couldn’t believe how shitty I felt when I woke up Monday morning. I slept for an extra hour, and then stopped for coffee (three shots of espresso) on my way into work. When I finally got to work (almost missing the daily meeting), I had another coffee (16-20 oz.). At lunch, I had a Diet Mtn Dew, and then around 3:30, I had a Coke Zero. This is at least twice as much caffeine as I normally consume in a day. I was exhausted, but trembling. It was fucking miserable. I was mostly ineffective at work. Luckily, I had a light day. I made it home around 9 last night, and tried to go straight to bed. I actually got about 9-10 hours sleep last night, and I feel mostly back to normal today.
Some time yesterday, though, I realized that that was how I used to be ALL THE TIME. I had not realized how much better I actually felt from good sleeping habits, until I actually broke them.
Yesterday was my first big failing with my resolutions. I slept like crap, and because I was so tired, I didn’t exercise. That’s TWO of my resolutions.
The silver lining, though, is that it reenforced my belief that these resolutions, or good habits I’m trying to instill in myself, are worth the effort. The next time I start to do something that I know will prevent me from getting good sleep, I’ll have something to remind me why I created these resolutions in the first place.