11 weeks out from delivering our beautiful girl, I find I have been really down on my body. It doesn’t even look like it did before Cricket… not even at the same weight. Things don’t fit the same. I don’t feel the same. I look at it and it looks like the body of someone else, someone older and doughier.
I took 10 weeks of maternity leave full-time, and 2 weeks part-time from home. These 2 weeks have been an eye opener… I struggle to get work done, and keep Cricket taken care of. To pump and feed. To do laundry and clean house. To make delicious and nutritious meals… Working full-time and caring for an infant will be no joke.
I haven’t found time to exercise while on maternity. A few walks here and there… Some strength training spattered in there as well. I don’t imagine it will be better when I get to working full-time in the office again. And that makes me so sad because I truly wanted to start out with habits during this transition in our life that I could share and show Cricket. It makes me feel like I’m failing her already.
And then I thought about how lucky I am to be where I am at with my body.
Because I have a beautiful baby girl, whom I love more than the world.
Because I am so lucky that my body carried and delivered her to us.
Because my body provides her with milk and comfort.
I don’t know if there are any other Futurama hounds out there… but I loooooooooove that cartoon!!
They have a couple great episodes about the “What if Machine” that Dr. Farnsworth creates. Basically you ask this small golden TV What if Questions… There’s one where Bender asks what if he was human, and you get to see him be the worlds biggest glutton.
Anyway… This week I wish I could go back and do a What if week…
What if I got to bed on time? What if I got enough sleep? What if I got up on time? What if I got a work out in every day as planned? What if I walked the dog every day? What if I skipped the sugar loaded taffy on Wednesday?
I hate to admit… I’d probably be a heck of a lot happier today.
I’d probably be looking forward to this evening… I’d be psyched to play corn hole and drink wine… Instead of counting down to bed time… I can’t wait to be zonked out!!
It’s sorta sad when your “It’s FINALLY Friday” thought is… It’s the week is finally over, I can finally get some sleep… Rather than… The week is finally over… let’s get ready to get in some trouble and have some fun!!
Please caffeine fairy… come visit me this afternoon… Kick my butt into fun mode!! I promise I won’t yelp in pain, but kiss you on both cheeks and say thank you!!
For me, these are the three things that make the biggest difference in my personal happiness.
While I totally need all three to keep the boat at an nice even keel and clipping along… The biggest element of them is sleep.
When I get adequate sleep… I can get up and have the energy to exercise. When I get adequate sleep… I am not as snacky, nor as prone to emotional eating.
When I exercise…. I eat better. Also, my body is happy because it feels used, but not abused. When I eat healthier… I am not sluggish so I have energy to exercise, and don’t use junk food to attempt to artificially create a non-tired state.
I’ve noticed a marked increase in my happiness and ability to handle day to day stresses already… With just 2 days of solid sleep under my belt. Hip Hip Hooray!!!
I am a solid seven and three-quarters to eight and a quarter hour type of girl. I sleep more, it doesn’t help me, I sleep less and I am a zombie… At this point I am in a slumber-deprived fog… Here’s why: Friday — Stayed up to catch our private jet 🙂 to Dulles, which departed a little after 2 am. We were off the plane around 3:05 am, and by 3:30 am we were had migrated to the terminal for our departing flight (which we were only on standby for). We tried to sleep a little, but by 5:00 am, the terminal was all a-hustlin and a-bustlin…. Saturday — I am not the sort to sleep while flying; i fear being forgotten on the plane. So…There was no sleep for me on the plane. We arrived and were promptly picked up by my MIL. I hoped for a nap, but in all the excitement of seeing Hubs’ parents, brother and brother’s amazing girlfriend… I managed to doze off for about 20 minutes. We were up past 11:30 pm Saturday evening. That means that I was up from 6:15 am on Friday, with maybe an hour of sleep until 11:30 pm Saturday night. Sunday — Up about 9:30 am. (SOLID SLEEP!) And we stayed verrry verrrry late at the family wedding. Like… We didn’t get back to the In-Laws until 2:30 am. Monday — I woke up at 8:30 am. That’s 6 hours of sleep… which doesn’t meet my 7.75-8.25 hours sleep need!! Then we had another debacle with flying home… Delayed flights out of BTV, barely making the Dulles connection. Last night we didn’t get to bed until 1:00 am (well I guess that makes it this morning!) Tuesday — Up and attem at 7:40 am to get to work. 6 hours and 40 minutes actually does not recover the body from a sleep deficit.
Last week I read that to truly knock out a sleep deficit, such as yours truly is facing, one needs to get a solid 8 hours for 6 weeks straight. I really really really need that. I’m so allllll done with being tired all the time. Me and Hubs talked about it, and decided we’re going to do it. Which brings me to our next fun plan for the GlutenFreeMinG household — 8 for 8. We’re going to take 8 weeks, and get 8 hours of sleep. (8 for 8 sounds much better and catchier than 8 for 6) We’re also using that time to cement our other health habits we need to refocus on.
Starting tonight we’re getting 8 hours of sleep come hell or high water!!