"Oh, boy, sleep! That's where I'm a viking!" --Ralph Wiggum
In Week 1 of my reboot, I didn't exercise. Not once. Workouts & I are frenemies & we have to ease back to one another in a gentle sort of way. So, this week I focused on the one thing that is critical in getting me back to workout ready: sleep.
I'm a morning person. Sometimes I live in denial of this fact. The last couple of months have been so deep in denial that I can see Egypt (groan). Anyway...when I'm doing my best I'm going to bed no later than 10:30 & getting up around 6, but it is so easy to be seduced by later evenings to hang out with the hubster or catch up on Pinterest (who am I kidding...it's really all about Pinterest). This week I went to bed promptly & got up early because of crazy stuff that we had planned each day. I didn't work out (one morning I really did intend to hit Ursula with a boom stick--but woke up to find the cat had knocked over a vase of flowers & there was broken glass & plant-food-filled-sticky-water that needed to be cleaned up lest I end up with warped floors & a severed foot).
Guess what? Early to bed, early to rise didn't make Sara wealthy or wise, but I think it did go a ways toward healthy. By the end of the week I was hopping out of bed just before my alarm started screaming & I had more energy throughout the day. Now with my best sleep cycle restored & some extra energy burning a hole in my pocket, I'm feeling ready to start whooping it up again in the exercise department.
I don't know why it's so hard for me to make the connection between good sleep & good exercise/results on the scale, but here I am re-learning it for the umpteenth time. Sleeping to my internal clock is critical--because where else do I get to be viking?