This getting to bed early business is tough. I'm the type of person who's "burning the midnight oil" turns into burning the 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. oil. Yes, it's weird, but I have a husband who works strange hours, and I easily lose track of time when it's pitch black, especially if I'm cranking on a story.
So while I struggled to make it to bed at a decent hour to assure myself a solid eight hours, I have to admit that I cheated: I dozed off on the couch (don't ask, but there's something about me, a furry fleece blanket and Fresh Prince reruns that grant me shut-eye) only to wake up at 5:15 with Stephanie Tanner saying something to big sis D.J., march straight into the bedroom and fall right back asleep when my head hits the pillow. And while it was broken sleep, I'm getting better at logging that longer amount and hit the seven mark.
I might be joking myself, but I think I'm noticing some differences. I'm hungry shortly after waking for a change and don't feel last night's dinner still digesting in my stomach. And I'm more awake late-afternoon. As for the snacking, I'm still waiting for that to come around. Posted by Kate
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