Nonsense and Consequence

It’s looking like I’ve gained 3.6 pounds this week. It might be water retention. It might be that I had three slices of pizza last night—not a good choice. Or it might be that I’ve been lazier about tracking, or too much coffee. Or all of those things. It hasn’t been a good week.

Chalk it up as a learning experience. Make better choices moving forward. That’s about all I can do. Forgive myself. Move on. If it were easy, everyone would be thin and it wouldn’t be so hard to stay that way.

I guess I must not have slept well again. I feel like I could lay back down and close my eyes right now. But I skipped the gym yesterday. It’s a commitment to myself. If I break it repeatedly, I’m not treating myself with much respect.

Maybe I will just rest my eyes until it’s time to go.

Everyday seems like a struggle. Struggle to wake up, struggle to stay awake, struggle to get in a workout, struggle to stay off the couch, out of the kitchen, away from the Keurig…

I think I’m tired, despite the CPAP. I don’t use it enough. My sleep is still broken, and I have nightmares.

I’m having a hard time doing this right now because my eyes are crossing because I’m tired. If you’re looking for sleep advice, you’ve come to the wrong person, my friend.

I can’t even concentrate. Right now, I’m thinking about how do you even wash clothes on a washboard? Where did that come from? What does that have to do with sleep?

I think I legitimately need to go back to bed for a little while.