Updated: Feb 7, 2019
I am a terrible sleeper. I have great rhythm, I love to eat, but me and sleep are not friends. My mother told me stories that when I was an infant that I had difficulty sleeping. She called it colic. In addition to that most of my childhood I had the physical proof of my sleep difficulties in the dark circles under my eyes. I have always struggled with sleep.
Once I had children, sleep became so inconvenient. I had things to do. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” was my mantra. Unfortunately my work did suffer. I believe one of the difficulties of lack of sleep is that the sleep deprived individual does not realize their errors. When you are tired you don’t realize how badly you are messing up, because you are tired. This is not good for anyone.
Today I am militant about my sleep. I must get at LEAST six to seven hours each night. Because I work early in the morning I am often going to bed at 8:00 pm. This keeps me from snacking at night, which has turned out to be a huge bonus.