Waking Up is Hard to Do

Unfortunately (or fortunately, I don’t know his life) I do not wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy. Instead, I wake up in the morning wishing I could go back to bed while still enjoying the pleasant calm of being up before everyone else. I’m a morning person but I suck at getting up in the am. It’s like being the extraverted introvert of morning people.

I’m serious, I love the morning the most. In an ideal world I would wake up at 5:30am, do my workout, shower, read the paper and enjoy hanging out with B before heading off to work. Lately, I haven’t even gotten myself out of bed for my 6 am run/yoga sesh let alone up early enough to check the news and panic about the orange monster. I want to be better at mornings. I don’t know if I’m just exhausted or if I’m reverting back to my lazy post grad self but it’s time to kick this sleeping in habit. To assist me in this coming home to mornings, I turned to my bff on all questions, Google.

Obviously to get up early, I have to go to bed early, which I usually do but I haven’t been actively applying all of my healthy sleep habits which has resulted in monstrous mornings.

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Monday (Going the Extra Mile)

To jump back into this I’m starting easy and using an old tactic, placing my alarm on the other side of the room. It’s times like these when I wish I had invested in “clocky” when he first came out.

Hardcore fail. Placing my alarm on the other side of the room was unsuccessful. Apparently the 20 thousand times I wake up in the middle of the night to pee has trained me to solve the problem and climb back under the duvet.

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Tuesday (Meditation)

Meditation always makes things better in my book.  Monday night before bed I meditated using my Calm app that I am obsessed with. Meditation definitely did not hinder my sleeping abilities but I still struggled to fall asleep. When my alarm (ie phone) went off on the other side of the room (consistency) I went and grabbed it then brought it back to bed with me like a crying baby. Four snooze attempts later I was up. Another epic fail.

Wednesday (You Have to Have a Plan)

At this point I was a little discouraged. What I used to do with ease I now could not muster. According to one of the many blogs I ready on waking up in the AM successfully having a plan was key. Tuesday night I visualized waking up Wednesday morning ready for my morning run. Wednesday morning I looked at B and said “Let’s be bed bugs instead”. This bed bug barely made it to her bus on Wednesday.

Thursday (Let it Go!)

After feeling shitty about myself on Wednesday day I decided that evening to let it go (see I told you I meditate). If I love mornings as much as I think I do I should be able to get up and enjoy them, not beat myself up over the ones I miss. Wednesday night I decided I didn’t need to get up early on Thursday to work out (but I could if I wanted) I just needed to get up with my alarm and greet the day. I could wake up and read Harry Potter (my favorite past time of all time), do some light stretching, get in a full HIIT workout or meditate (BUT NOT FALL BACK ASLEEP). Thursday morning I tried. I tried really hard. I hit snooze three times but by 6:45 am I was up. I didn’t get a workout in, I didn’t get any reading or writing done, but I had time to make my lunch because I forgot to #mealprep  AND I had time to have my coffee. Better than most mornings. Maybe all the stuff about slowly starting to get up earlier really does work…

Friday (Accountabilibuddy)

Thursday evening a catastrophic accident threw a wrench in my morning plans. There was a tragic weight lifting accident at the gym and my beloved iPhone did not make it out alive. Unfortunately, my iPhone is my alarm. Fortunately, I live with another human and he has a fully functioning iPhone and is naturally a morning person. Unfortunately, he sucks at tough love. Friday morning I once again slept until 6:50…which is better than 7 am…right?

Saturday (Consistency)

On weekends normally my rule is to get up by 8:30am BUT the internet told me that I need to get up at the same time every day if I want to be a successful morning person. Friday night, after an hour and a half trip to get my phone after work, I set my alarm for 7am. At 3am I woke up and changed my alarm to 7:45 am because I like to self-sabotage my success. Saturday morning I woke up, naturally at 7:30 am. Not proud but definitely not disappointed.

Sunday (Consistency)

Sunday is the day of rest. Since I had failed all week I threw myself a pity party and turned off my alarm. Naturally, I woke up at 7:30am.

Monday (Try Try Again)

I went to bed on Sunday happy after organizing my linen closet (I know, I live a riveting life) optimistic about Monday morning. I woke up Monday morning feeling like crap. You can’t win them all.

By Tuesday I had a cold that lasted until I went to SF on Friday…

Google failed me. I failed. I failed miserably. Does this mean I’m not a morning person? Maybe! But I’m going to keep trying and keep you updated as I do.

If you have any tips on waking up in the morning please leave them in the comments. I’m in desperate need….

Trying the Fitness Diet

My March goal to take action was intended to mostly be political but being a type A- personality I had to one up myself mid month and make it physical.

 

I’m an amateur runner. I’ve done a couple half marathons, 10ks and hikes but I am not the perfect example of a runner. Every weekday after work B (boyfriend) and I go to the gym. B and I run 3 miles at the gym at least twice a week and a mile every other day when we go in to do weight training. While this is great and my body is getting fitter, it is really wreaking havoc on my social life. I want to skip happy hours and other engagements to go the gym and after the gym I barely have time to make dinner and hang out before bed.

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This is not at all what it looks like when I run, but an image of the MOON didn’t seem aesthetically pleasing.

So, after months of careful fitness consideration and many failed attempts before I am COMMITTING to getting up at 6am to run or do yoga every weekday (allowing more time in the evening for weight training and hanging out). I have recruited B as my inhouse accountibilibuddy and Kate as my over the phone motivator. I kept a daily diary accounting the results and difficulties I’ve faced during the first seven workouts below:

 

Day 1:

I started this on a Thursday to allow myself a couple days of getting up and then immediately reward myself with a weekend. This morning wasn’t the worst. Waking up when the sun is still sleeping is hard and running in the cold is semi-uncomfortable but finishing 3 miles before 7am really jump started my day. B had time to make us coffee in the morning, I had time after the run to do my makeup and not feel rushed. Most importantly I had that high that only crazy people who work out in the morning have. I only had one cup of coffee the entire day and I was still pretty energetic.

 

Day 2:

My arms were sore from the gym this morning. My lungs did not want to cooperate and some monster flowers are in bloom so I only made it 2 miles this morning…but I did do it…and I didn’t complain too much when B woke me up. TGIF my friends.

 

Day 3:

I have decided on a MWF running schedule with a TR yoga/rest day/weight training after work. B has agreed because he is always a good sport about these things. So run it is. Sunday night I had horrible, mundane but exhausting, anxiety dreams. I woke up exhausted, confused and mad at B for waking me up (how dare he make me follow through with my commitments). I somehow managed to put on running clothes and run (albeit a little slowly) our 3 mile loop. My only motivator was coffee this morning and boy was it not worth it. I remained weirdly groggy at work all day until around 3pm when I finally got my head in the game. I’m praying for rain on Wednesday so I can get out of my new “diet”.

 

Day 4:  

Thank the Lord it is YOGA DAY. Waking up was still insanely difficult but climbing onto my mat was so much easier than preparing to go outside. I was still a little sleepy throughout the day and had a significantly lesser high from yoga than from running but I think I’m slowly adjusting to this lifestyle.

 

Day 5:

I begged B to let me stay in bed this morning. I prayed for rain…but no…there I was at 6:15am halfway down the street giving B the silent treatment for “making” me get up (I warned him before we started this that he would have to force me from bed every morning and apologized in advance for the dramatic comments I make when the alarm goes off). By mile 2 I had forgiven him. I was thrilled that by the time we finished our 3 mile loop the hardest part of my day was over.

 

Day 6:

Today my plea for 5 more minutes was greeted with a rather rough no…so I got out of bed and dragged myself to the yoga mat. The YWA video we chose involved a lot of half moon/ balancing practice so I had to do a lot of yoga for the brain to keep myself standing and awake at the same time. I may have spent a vinyasa or so in child’s pose…but I did it! B chanted “Day 6, Don’t Quit!” at me after we finished the video and giggled at his own rhyme so I guess getting up was worth it.  

 

Day 7:

I officially have bragging rights after finishing my Friday morning run (and evening leg day) although I tried to hide my head under the covers and pretend that I was part of the bed. This did not fool Detective B who TOOK THE COVERS AWAY (monster, I know) and refused to let me have another 5 minutes. I was too tired to put up much of a resistance and before I knew it I was a mile into my run.

 

I DID IT! A ginormous thanks to B for making me get up. If it takes 28 days to make a habit I am ¼ of the way to this being a permanent part of my life.

 

Action packed March is almost over, crazy, right?

 

How are you doing on your goals?