sleep and eating
I'm not sure what sleep is anymore, at least the deep, uninterrupted variety I took for granted for so many years. I did figure out yesterday, though, that the crazy urge to eat and eat and eat after a filling lunch was my body's interpretation of tired. This must be an error in my wiring, though I know it's shared by a lot of problem eaters.
I was awakened at 3:00 a.m. yesterday morning with the alarm going off at the shop. Met the cops down there for a walk through, with the consensus being that the wind set off the alarm. Could. Not. Get. Back. To. Sleep.
I took a nap instead of eating down the house yesterday afternoon. After that, I was much improved and the awful craving starving feeling was gone. Hungry for sleep ~ crazy. Went to the gym. Got kicked out. Inappropriate footwear. This time of year, I can barely stand to wear enclosed shoes, but the sight of my tootsies in flip-flops among the weights and such caused the gym manager to hyperventilate. For a minute, I got riled up: Free the feet! Fight the power. But they're probably right. Poor little tootsies.
All y'all have a great day!!!! It's gorgeous and cool here. Flowers blooming everywhere, trees leafing out.
I was awakened at 3:00 a.m. yesterday morning with the alarm going off at the shop. Met the cops down there for a walk through, with the consensus being that the wind set off the alarm. Could. Not. Get. Back. To. Sleep.
I took a nap instead of eating down the house yesterday afternoon. After that, I was much improved and the awful craving starving feeling was gone. Hungry for sleep ~ crazy. Went to the gym. Got kicked out. Inappropriate footwear. This time of year, I can barely stand to wear enclosed shoes, but the sight of my tootsies in flip-flops among the weights and such caused the gym manager to hyperventilate. For a minute, I got riled up: Free the feet! Fight the power. But they're probably right. Poor little tootsies.
All y'all have a great day!!!! It's gorgeous and cool here. Flowers blooming everywhere, trees leafing out.
posted by BigAssBelle at 7:02 AM
12 Comments:
My gym is currently running facist against the "grunters". Anyone grunting too loudly is asked to modify their behavior, or not come back. Can you believe that? At least your little toes are at risk in open toed shoes, but what damage can a grunt do? Too many yuppies, not enough ammo.
I know your pain. I'm sure it's yet another big reason so many of us Americans are too fat. Work too-long days at stressful desk jobs, eat poorly, so drained that we only watch tv at night, can't sleep, exhaustion makes us hungry for more sugar and coffee, lather, rinse, repeat.
As for the gym - not that I've been to ours recently enough to remember - but my pet peeve is the macho weight droppers. My personal trainer & I once had a discussion about how dropping weights loudly not only disturbs everyone around you, but 1.) damages the equipment and the floors, which the gym then has to pay to repair and 2.) shows that you are not doing your workout properly. If you are training properly, your weight lifting and lowering is controlled. He called the weight droppers "meatheads." I call them "assholes."
Send some of that sun our way! We've got chilly rain the next few days. At least the daffodils are up, though...
First, put your shoes on in the gym! Jeeee-zusss, what are you thinking. Really Tate?? Grunting??? We're not allowed to take shirts off. I call the weight droppers oil drillers. Thunk...thunk...
As for sleep, I have middle aged male bladder and haven't made it through a whole night in years without a pilgrimage. That's okay for the most part, but sometimes I just wake up and that's it. I've heard about all sorts of things like not looking at the clock, and not allowing yourself to fully wake up. But really, it's all luck. Or at least that's been my experience.
but tony, i have middle-aged woman hot foot syndrome. it's awful. my feet just have to be free :-) wasn't always this way, just the last year or so as i've advanced on the age o' horror. :-)
and i agree, that no grunting thing. damn, tater . . . that must be one flat out yuppy gym you're hanging in.
gretchen (love that name!) ~ i hate the droppers too. look at me! look at me! look at meeeeeeee!
I am an admitted Sleep Whore. I thought basic training would break me, turn me into a morning person -- didn't work. I friggin' love to sleep. I used to sleep at my favorite lake in the sunshine -- my two favorite things, sleep and sun, orgasmic, baby, seriously orgasmic.
Too cold to do that here. Damn.
Lest any one be confused, I am NOT a grunter, but I don't give a rat's ass if someone wants to grunt or not grunt. I get far more irritated by inappropriate gym wear. EXAMPLE: I have older unattractive WASP man at my gym, with a big ole barrel chest belly and ass on little stick legs, who insists on wearing shorts that even Daisy Duke would be too proud to wear. Looks more like ass floss less like shorts... Don't even get me started on inappropriate footwear! :)
tater, you're much too refined to grunt, i'm sure.
when i was working with a trainer, i used to fight against making what i called "power lifter face" ~ that scrunched up, straining, full of effort look that serious powerlifters get when they're at the edge. my upbringing just won't allow me to do that. i can lift heavy and sweat and such, but not screw up my face with effort.
Seems sometimes I will be full but something such as ice cream or chocolate or other will trigger my "I want more food"! I hate this and try to fight it all the time. Sometimes my eating is because of emotions and my mind/body things, stuff yourself, and then you will feel better. No, I have to remind myself, it will make me feel worse!
Spring is here but it is still cold. When I was just in Vegas my hubby said it was snowing here briefly. Very unusual.
You only make scrunched up face at the tv when dubya is speaking...:)
Yes, I hear lack of sleep causes insulin levels to go nuts. I'm the same way; I have to get my sleep, esp. now that i've pretty much cut out caffeine. :)
A good night's sleep? I have vague memories, before perimenopause, when I slept all night long, but it seems so far away and long ago. Sigh.
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