Good morning fitness nation!
I had a bit of a restless night last night for reasons I am completely unaware of. Here's how it went: I stayed up until midnight playing with my blog, Facebook, and myfitnesspal (because even after hours of everyone else my age already being asleep I felt cool staying up late.) At midnight, I decided I really should go to bed since I wanted to be in the gym by about 9am. With kids, that meant getting out of the house by 8:30am, and having them up and dressed and fed by 7:30. This means I have to be up at 7:00 to get myself ready so that by 7:30am I can focus on them and their tantrums, and getting them fed without a food fight.
I had packaged up a few letters for my husband, that I would drop into the mailbox in the early morning. I try to write him every night while he is in basic training, because I miss him as badly as I miss eating doughnuts on a daily basis. I got undressed, (im an underwear sleeper) I turned all 3 fans on, (I swear I'm not menopausal, but I cant sleep without an arctic BLAST) and laid in bed to drift away. I started thinking about something nice. It was something with beautiful shape, beautiful color, and something so rich and savory. Wait, really........cheese? I have no explanation as to why every time I thought about something desirable to dream about, it would revert its self back to cheese within 5 minutes.
I even tried thinking sexy thoughts about my husband, hoping that would keep my mind from running like crazy so that I could fall asleep. The time was now 1:30am, and the cheese would not leave me alone. I got up to tend to my 2 year old son who had started fussing, and I swear I must have been taking my sweet time because when I laid back down, it was 2:00am. I am a mom folks, I don't get to nap in the middle of the day if I am tired anymore, so these hours of sleep were a precious loss to me. I kept thinking about how my night's sleep was going from 8 hours, down to slowly 5 hours, and maybe less if I couldn't get a handle on this cheese situation.
I was low on my calories for that day, because it was my first day after having the stomach flu and I didnt really want to push it and piss it off again. Let's face it, I would've rather given birth again than gone through that stomach flu again. At that point, my stomach was viciously GROWLING at me and I couldnt ignore it. The time was not 3:00am and I was absolutely FED up. I stormed into the kitchen like a 4 year old with an attitude problem, I snatched 2 slices of cheese from my fridge and I marched back to bed with them. I stuffed them in my mouth, chewed, swallowed and closed my eyes.
I guess I learned the hard way last night. Just listen to your body folks, because it will let you know what it needs. If you can't trust your body to tell you, why could you trust some online calculator? Don't get me wrong, I use myfitnesspal as badly as a gold digger uses a rich man, because I NEED that accuracy. I have decided though, that its time to listen to my body FIRST, and THEN any outside source. The last thing I want is another war with myself over sleep at night. Keep up the motivation folks, and listen to your bodies! Your body will let you know when you need something, if youre pushing too hard, if youre dehydrated and many other things. It is designed to do that, and it does it better than any online calculator ever could. <3