Couldn’t sleep last night when I got home from work. Ended up doing odds and ends until about 130 when I finally was able to fall asleep. In bed, at that. I was tempted to hunker down on the couch and put the TV on, but I forced myself to go to bed. Luckily Mike wasn’t snoring and the cats weren’t being buttheads so I was able to get into bed and fall asleep quickly.
I’ve been on the macro train again for about a week, and I’m down almost 5 pounds. I’ve also been drinking 2 liters of water a day. I’m aware that most of the weight so far is most likely water weight, but it gives me a little more confidence to see the scale go down, even a little bit.
Mental health wise I really just need to sort out this sleep issue. I’ve done a lot of reading about heavy sleeping and there are theories ranging from depression to hormone imbalance to vitamin deficiency to thyroid issues. Journals call it hypersomnia. The same suggestions are always made – stick to a schedule (not possible with my current job), create an ideal sleep environment (easier said than done with a chronic snorer and cats; on the rare occasions I go to bed first I can a little more, but I don’t often go to bed first), power down devices (I try, but I admit that if I’m having trouble falling asleep I’ll brose Reddit until I’m ready), lifestyle habits (I avoid caffeine before bed and either drink water or herbal tea), and to keep a sleep diary. I mean, I’m doing what I can – maybe not as well as I could but I’m trying.
We booked the hotel for our trip at the end of the month. I’m super excited. But also kind of pissed – I asked my parents if they could stop by and check on the cats a day or two while we were gone and my mother acted like it was the biggest inconvenience ever. That really irritated me. I go out of my way to help them, from bringing my brother home from work, to checking on the dog when they’re out and about, etc. and they can’t do this for us? It’s not like it’d be hard – wet food, check the dry food, make sure they have water, do the litter boxes. Would take ten minutes tops if they didn’t want to stay and give the cats some kernel of attention. Needless to say, I’m annoyed. Highly. I’ve already got one friend lined up to come in, I’m going to try to find two more so I don’t have to rely on my parents for it since they clearly don’t want to help. It’s just another tick in the “we want your help but don’t want to go out of my way to help you” box.
Honestly? This seems to happen a lot, especially with my family. We’ve dumped most of our friends that used to pull this. They expect help, but don’t want to help in return when the time comes. It’s just annoying, and to me goes to show what kind of person you are. Shows that you’re selfish and only think about yourself and what’s convenient for you.
All right, I’m out for the day. Thanks for letting me get that off of my chest. I hope your week was lovely. Stay safe, friends!