Un-gymmed

I heard back from the nutritionist. She is amenable to meeting again before November 27. That was what I was hoping.

I am sleepy today. I got all dressed for the gym, but it was early, so I lied down just until my timer went off at 4:30, I told myself.

But then I hit snooze again and again and before I knew it, it was 5:30, too late to go and be back in time for Desmond’s bus.

So now, here I sit, un-gymmed and still drowsy.

You’d think I would know better. Except knowing better isn’t the problem. I do know better. Knew exactly what I was doing.

I’m just legit tired.

The oxygen machine for my sleep apnea is fine, but it’s uncomfortable, as I imagine anything I’d have to wear on my face would be. Full disclosure: I also drool profusely on my pillow because of it. So I tolerate it for about four hours a night, but that’s about as much as I can handle.

Still, I should call Apria and see if there are any alternatives, if only to say I did it.

I don’t know if I’ll still have sleep apnea when I’m back down to a normal weight. I might, because I’ve allegedly snored my whole life. But I had a sleep study in my twenties, and no sleep disorder was diagnosed then.

I should get off to work, now. Lots to do. Not enough time to do it. You know how it is.