Ugh, gaah, etc etc. Sleep deprivation really messes you up. I’ve never been a good sleeper, but I naively thought that after having a baby, I would be so exhausted that sleep would come easily. Nope. Worse than ever. I’ll wake up at the slightest noise (like a squirrel jumping onto our fence outside, even though I’m inside, wearing earplugs) and then not be able to fall back asleep the rest of the night. Waking up for the day at 2AM many nights in a row = ugh. It turns me into an unmotivated, physically and emotionally drained, sugar-craving, clumsy shell of a human being.
This turns into a Vicious Cycle of Doom wherein I spend my free time staring into space/internets/Netflix instead of doing something active or productive that would make me feel good, which again makes it harder to sleep the next night. So I’ll try to make up for these two lost weeks of the challenge by adding a Week Seven where I’ll try to break that damn cycle and get all excited about life again.
– 20 miles
– 2 runs
– no sugar (except for my birthday cupcakes, because birthday)
– do something productive every day (beyond raising a child)
This doesn’t sound very challenging for most able-bodied humans, but right now, it will be for me.
Some highlights from the last few weeks (no photos of me with my head in a bucket after getting food poisoning – this really hasn’t been my week):
Strawberry picking – Nora “helped” | We ran out of containers while making freezer jam… | Nora turned nine months | …and she also turned 38 weeks and 2 days, which meant she has now spent longer on the outside than on the inside (hmm, that makes it sound like my uterus is San Quentin or something).