Exhaustion, etc.
My body has been freakishly tired lately, and last night I did something very unusual for me: I went to bed early. I was in bed at 10:30, and asleep by 11. Not only that, I didn't wake up until 10:15 this morning. I slept right through the night. Well, Aria woke me up once climbing all over my pillows and such, but otherwise, I slept right through the night.
And to top it all off, I took another nap this afternoon for about an hour and a half.
Even though a part of me knows I needed the rest, most of me feels pretty guilty. My apartment needs to be picked up. I have another tasks that should be accomplished one of these days. Instead, I slept.
Yes, I know, I will probably be more efficient at these tasks now that I am rested. I get that. But I also get that this is not rational, so rationalizing things with me probably isn't going to be all that effective. Like my old high school history teacher said: if you didn't reason your way into it, I can't reason you out of it.
I have had issues with sleep way before my food issues cropped up. One of my college friends called it, jokingly, "sleep anorexia," and I think there's some truth to that. The deliberate lack of sleep was due, in that case as well, to OCD. I was compulsively studying.
It sounds odd, right? I had all As for the semester (as always- I've never once gotten a B+. You'll know if I do because the world will stop and you will hear a sound something akin to Edvard Munch's "The Scream."), but I was absolutely petrified that there would be a question on a test that I wouldn't be able to answer. So I studied for hours each day. I had to log over 40 hours a week. Yes, I kept track. This was also independent of class and lab time (over 20 hours) and a part time job (over 20 hours). I color coded my notes, copying them out perfectly. One mistake and I had to chuck the page and start over. I memorized chunks of my biochem textbook. For a calc exam, I had to re-do every homework problem until I could do it--you guessed it!--perfectly.
I was a miserable anxious mess.
Lots of people pride themselves on being the most stressed, or being able to go with the least sleep. There's an appeal there, a sort of I-have-more-guts-than-you kind of thing. A willpower kind of thing.
Now, I don't want a job that will force me to work long hours. Partly, I don't want to give up my routine, I don't want to have to eat out all the time because I'm never home to cook, and I don't want to be too busy to exercise like I do. I also do my freelance writing and blogging and Etsy stuff in the evenings, so maybe it really isn't all that different. But all of that work has just lost its appeal. For all of the 11 years of education I've had since middle school, I worked myself to the bone.
Yet I can't shake those last vestiges of that thinking- the idea that I need to be productive, that I'm lazy if I let myself sleep. I don't know if there's a solution. I think I need to simply be more like Aria, who I can guarantee doesn't feel guilty for eating OR sleeping!












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