I don’t sleep and I have a problem with that.
No, I’m not an insominac.
No, I don’t have sleep apnea.
No, it doesn’t affect my productivity during the day.
I’ve never required much sleep.
But this is still a problem because all of the latest research, studies, scientists, sleep gurus and children’s books say that we’re suppose to sleep 8 hours a night. The latest information says if we don’t we will gain weight!
OMGoodness, I sleep 4-5 hours a night! No wonder I can’t lose a pound! I thought it was because I don’t exercise!
So AGAIN, I’m going to do my best to CONSCIOUSLY override my biology, that is obviously set on NIGHT-OWLish and make myself go to bed at midnight, as opposed to 3am, and wake 8 hours later.
Whenever I engage in this biological tug of war, the results are ALWAYS the same. I wake up 4 hours later- 4am.
I am enamored with my many opportunities: I can go walking outside or on the threadmill-but my body isn’t as excited about that opportunity; it reminds me that this is bedtime.
I can blog or work on my ebook-but my brain says that requires a little too much thinking, it’s really bedtime.
I can have a intimate, stimulating conversation with my husband. He is usually up because he’s also a nightowl, but around 4am he’s starting to settle down because it’s bedtime.
I can get a jump on the laundry, bleach down the bathrooms, organize my desk, but my brain challenges me, “why would you get up at 4am to do mundane house work?!”
I walk around relishing my senses in a quiet, dark house.
And as always, I settle down with my favorite thing to do: I sit down to read my Bible, have prayer and meditate. Ahhhhh!
But 30 minutes into it I’m asleep! 10 minutes later I wake up in my chair groggier & sleepier than…the last time I tried to overide my biology!
I stumble back to my bed and collapse onto the mattress. It’s 4:45am, a little later than my regularly scheduled bedtime.
My body now kicks in to get it’s pre-programmed, required 4 hours. It also has to re-calibrate the programmed glitch that I caused when I went to bed at midnight, so it decides to calculate an additional 2hrs of needed sleep.
I jump out of bed appalled! How dare the bed molested me into a deep sleep! How did my pillows turn into fluffy clouds and my husband’s piggy sounds melt into angelic songs?!
I’m flabbergasted at my body’s betrayal! I yell at it, “I went to bed at midnight! We are rested! Why did you not get up until 11am? You know all I have to do today!”
And as always, my body responds with the same answer, “I got this. There are some things that are pre-programmed and are going to happen until they are programmed to NOT. The egg released from your ovaries, your breathe, the beating of your heart, your need to sleep and 10,000 other functions are all handled by me. You’re the fool for thinking that you can control it. The wisdom of the body is created and evolved; it’s greater than the limited thoughts of your changing wants. On this you’ll have to trust ME.”
MORALE OF THE STORY: Don’t fight it. Go with the flow of life. Pay attention to the patterns and align yourself with those; regardless of what the “experts” say.