...literally. I don't sleep well anymore. The length of the sleep and the place where it takes place are of zero consequence. I truly can't remember the last time I went to bed at a reasonable hour, woke up the next morning and felt refreshed. I'm beginning to think I'm some sort of freak who leaks rest like a sieve. I wish I could remember when it happened so I could do something about it, and here's the kicker: if I nap in the middle of the day, it gets worse.
I don't know how my wife does it - she gets by on minimal sleep while essentially juggling 3 careers and can still walk and from complete sentences on her days off. She's the little engine that could, while I move in a zombie like state from obligation to obligation, mustering energy in bursts, just enough to get me through and do the best job I can. I would prefer to have energy during the day.
Now that I consider it more, there are likely two chief culprits:
1. My diet is shitty, and in now way engineered to fuel my body. It really isn't engineered
at all.
2. I lack regular physical activity. There was a time where I was semi-regularly playing racquetball, basketball, and other sports. That felt good. I need to do more of that.
Is anybody else out there experiencing the same thing?
Friday, March 07, 2008
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You're in your 30s and you're married. All you need now is a kid to throw the first handful of dirt into the grave of your Youth.
I'm here to help.
Always.
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