With daylight savings in full swing and the rainy temperatures beginning to feel more cruel; darkness starts to creep up earlier each day and all I can seem to think about during November so far is that I am exhausted.
I caught my reflection in the mirror/did a double take more times than I care to admit this week. (Besides the frizzy flyaways from this ever-so-inconvenient-for-curly-hair weather, my eyes seem a bit….off.) Tired. Very tired.
Physically speaking, it’s a bit puzzling how I am so tired. I do a ton of sitting everyday — and it sometimes makes me pretty paranoid, to be honest.
Wake up, get ready for work, sit for an hour and 15 minute commute. Get to work, sit at a desk for 8+ hours. Leave work, sit for the commute back home. Get home, sit for dinner. Shower, realize you only have an hour or two max before bed time comes…so more sitting on the couch to relax.
“Why don’t you find time to exercise?” one may ask. Here is the sad answer:
My alarm goes off at 6:15AM every morning and I am out the door approx. one hour later to catch the train. I am not back in my house until 7:45 PM and as one may imagine, I am completely famished. Can’t work out on a extremely empty stomach and postpone dinner for yet another hour. When is it healthy to eat at 9:00 PM? I’d assume never. OK so, eat dinner at 7:45. Finish an hour later; time to shower. Finish showering by 9 and realize you’ll be in bed about an hour and a half later, because this girl needs sleep. At this point, there has been no point in my day where I was able to just veg out yet and fully relax – so the couch and some TV/a book seem like the only thing I can muster.
It’s a vicious cycle and can get a bit too robotic for my liking. The scary thing is, people call this adulthood. What a trap! (I’m venting here even though this is probably an annoying post to read, so sorry. But hey, it’s my personal blog so I feel OK with it)
It’s also become quite alarming that I often find myself living each day in lieu of the weekends – i.e. is it Friday yet? Weekends are the only time I feel I can truly do what I want, when I want. Kind of scary to completely discount five days of your weekly life to get to the other two with no work priorities.
OK, I’m done typing now. ;) Rambles, cease!
At least tomorrow IS Friday…