Finally, I got some decent sleep last night for the first time in a few days. New Year’s Eve, I drank too much. The next night, because I didn’t have anything to drink, I was a little too overstimulated. Last night, I was finally tired enough that I slept pretty great. Too bad I didn’t go to bed early enough. I blame my kid for not wanting to wind down…so today we’re both exhausted.

This is my third “official” day of journaling, though I’ve been at it for over a week now. Feels pretty good. I’m not quite to the point of official habit, but I think I’m to the point that I feel like I need to get stuff off of my chest instead of holding it all in. Almost like I need it. It takes 21 days to make a habit, so I guess I’ll just keep going. Tying it to my morning coffee has been super effective. I pour my coffee and automatically think “oh, it’s time to write”. Now if only I this strategy would work with literally anything else.

The only thing that’s bothering me right now is that, since trying to not drink, my body is sore. Not so bad that I’m worried, but stuff that normally wouldn’t bother me is bothering me. Wine is definitely an analgesic, physical and mental. I have neck and lower back stuff that I’m working on that I do physical therapy for. Nothing serious, but definitely annoying. I’m always one of those people who takes forever to respond to PT (pain wise, even though I respond with strength faster than most people thanks to lost of muscle mass), and usually only after I’ve focused on nutrition instead of exercise. I know that’s my problem now and I can’t really do anything about it just yet.

Hoping I get even better sleep tonight and feel amazing in the morning. I am down a couple of pounds already, just counting calories. I’m not focusing on carbs yet, but I am tracking everything. I started to get overwhelmed last night, thinking about it, and reminded myself that I’m not on the hook for anything right now except for journaling. I just need to keep track of how I’m feeling. Even then, it’s not like it’s a gulag. Haha. I’m just accountable to myself. There’s nothing in it for me except it is its own reward.

And with that, I’m back to my coffee…

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