This has been a crazy month. Haven’t they all, lately? I was able to keep up the yoga until Friday morning, when I don’t have a moment to spare. (On Fridays, I’m on the go from 3am until 7pm.) I was able to do some yoga and some bellydancing yesterday. Today, I expect to be able to do at least a few sun salutes and work on camel. My shoulders are too tight to grab my heels.
Next week, my husband and I are going to start jogging together. We can do it on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. I’m starting with just 5 minutes at first. I’m just so frustrated with my body– if my knees are going to hurt whether or not I run, I might as well run. Maybe it’s the weight.
I’m still working on how I view myself. I still have a hard time with this. This is not the worst I’ve ever eaten, yet it’s the fattest I’ve ever been. I just don’t understand it. Maybe if I understood it, I could fight it.
I do think that the less than four hours of sleep I get each night plays a pretty big role. They do say that if you get less than 5(?) hours of sleep, you’re FAR more likely to be obese. I think it has less to do with food intake than with hormonal stuff. I don’t know when or if I will ever be able to sleep more than four hours a night. It feels like this roller coaster is never going to stop– I’m never going to get enough sleep. I’m trying to get to bed a little earlier each night. Some days, like Tuesdays (3am-10pm), there’s little chance of getting to sleep before 11pm. Others, like Mondays, I’m done with bellydancing class by 7pm. Wednesdays I’m done with the class I teach by 8pm and Thursdays, Scouts is done by 7pm. I should be in bed no later than 9pm (but I do need time to do homework!)
This weekend will not be a sleeping in opportunity. Friday, I get up at 3am, work until 4pm, then we’re driving to the in-laws. Where I have to get up at a reasonable time. Holiday weekends are not for recovery, but I am so exhausted all the time. I desperately need my weekends, but my husband only works one job and wants to do stuff then. I want to do stuff with my family, too, but I am sooooo verrrrry tirrred.
Summer break starts May 12. I’m taking 4 credit hours this summer and working over the summer semester. Also, taking comps. And working at a major conference. Even bigger stuff is in store for the fall, but I think I will take the fewest number of credits I can. I’m going to have to give up teaching the Wednesday night class. Only three more sessions left