I’ve been sleeping badly recently. There were nights of juice-fast-related diarrhoea. There were nights of being called out of bed to deal with the casualties of refreshers’ week. There were all-night Dance Academy marathons. And there was a general lack of routine and post-Christmas hangover.
I went for a nap this afternoon and woke up feeling funny. At first, I couldn’t figure it out. Then I realised. My legs and bum were on the floor. My head and arms were still in the bed.
I need a regular sleeping routine again. Luckily, I’m teaching a 9:00 a.m. class every day for the next few weeks. That should help.
This morning was a tired morning. I depressed myself by taking down all of the Christmas decorations. I’ve kept one string of fairy lights out. Because you can’t really pause Christmas for a whole ten months of the year. It’s nice to have a bit of space again. I couldn’t take out the recycling for the last month and a half because there was a Christmas tree in the way.
I also spent a significant proportion of time this morning reading about Murder She Wrote online. And trying to find a green polka dot scarf for a reasonable price online, like the one that Mindy wears in the Mindy Project. And seeing how much it would cost to have a Japanese body pillow printed with a picture of a shirtless Zayn Malik.
Anyway, none of you care about that. The other thing I did this morning was weigh myself. I wasn’t very optimistic. I’ve been good, but I knew that things would slow after the amazingness of the juice fast. I was a little worried that I might even gain weight. I didn’t.
This week, I lost a pound, so it’s now two full stone down since New Year’s Eve. I’m now 25 stone 1 pound, in comparison to the 27 stone 1 pound I was two and a bit weeks ago. I feel wonderful. And next week will be even better.