OK, I’m about to admit a little bit of my crazy ways here. I step on a scale every morning and I have no problem doing it. I know doctors and probably mental health professionals say it could lead to an obsession over weight. Well, “scaling” (new word invention, right here!) has helped me learn working and what’s not. I will often stay up late and instead of letting my body sleep for as long as it needs, I set my alarm for super early out of guilt. For example, if spends hours after work perusing Instagram until 2am, instead of getting caught up on sleep, I’ll set my alarm for 6am to at least do something productive with my day. Anyone else do this?
So on days/nights like this, I’ll wake up before the sun after a short nap and hop on the scale only to find my weight is about 3-4 pounds higher than my usual #. Now, I promise I wasn’t eating grilled cheese and chocolate until 2am. Instead, I was drinking tea or water – only when I would dare release my fingers from my phone, of course.
But every time this would happen and I would wake up with my “teeth brushing, coffee pouring, and “scaling'” habit, I would always be “up.” To the point, where now I can call it. Oops, 3-4 hours of sleep tonight? I’ll be “puffy” tomorrow.
So I tried a little experiment with myself that I’m sure my body appreciated. I slept until I couldn’t sleep anymore. I’m talking the kind of sleep where you just lie there and sink into the bed until you just can’t possibly be horizontal any longer. This felt sinfully delicious.
I woke up at 10am, the sun was glaring outside, my body almost hurt from staying in the same position for longer than it’s used to (10 hours!) And when I hopped on the scale that morning I saw something I hadn’t seen in months! Instead of my steady weight or gaining, I was down 2 pounds! Seriously, this has been an ongoing struggle for me (see previous post “from fizzled to FANTASTIC”). So all along, all I had to do was stay in my PJs, hunker down into my cozy comforter, and sink into my pillow and I would be down a few pounds?!
There’s obviously, a perfectly good explanation to all of this. Your body needs sleep to recover, heal, process the days’ worth of abuse, stress, food, nutrients, toxins and whatever else we put ourselves through. I’ve heard this time and time again but I never wanted to give in to it. I thought I could train myself to be one of those rare types who sleeps for about 4 hours a night. Sure, there are people who do that but for how may years does that last before they gain weight or suffer from some sort of stress-related problems? I love adrenaline, I can function really really well on it. But is that the right thing to do? Ok ok mom, you’re right! I’ll go to bed on time!
I have FOMO (fear of missing out) so usually I say sleeping SUCKS! It hurts my soul, it crushes my heart, it makes me wake up with anxiety even though when I try it , I feel oh-soooooo skinny! So now I will try my darndest to go to bed immediately after I get off work. No more late night Pinteresting. I have stayed unplugged and plopped. And not-so-suprisingly my next day’s “scaling” session makes me smile!