The Messy Part of Changing Routines
Last night didn’t go the way I planned.
I had every intention of being in bed by 9… asleep by 9:30… up at 5am ready to start building a new routine.
Instead?
10:45… wide awake… staring at the ceiling… annoyed.
And I knew exactly why.
I took a nap earlier in the day. Not a long one, just a “recovery” nap — about an hour and a half.
After last week being in the hospital with my mom, running around, no sleep… I’m still recovering myself.
But that wake-up call at Kenny’s concert — not fitting in the seats — lit a fire under me. I don’t want to wait. I’m ready to start now.
I know the pool will be up and running in about a month, and I want to be ready to swim before work. That means a new sleep schedule… and I figured now was the time to start.
So I did everything right.
I set a time limit for hanging out with Dawn.
Took a shower.
Took my magnesium early.
Made my sleepy time tea.
Relaxed. Worked on an easy project.
In bed by 9.
And then… NOPE.
10:45 and I’m still wide awake.
Now I’m irritated.
The night just kept getting worse — tossing and turning, nightmares, cramps, hot flashes… woke up with a stiff neck and back.
The complete opposite of what I was going for.
I’ve been pissed off all morning about it. I’m tired. My body hurts. It’s frustrating.
Now don’t get me wrong — I didn’t expect a perfect night right away.
That’s why I set myself up with a wind-down routine.
But I also didn’t expect a night from hell.
And on top of that, my blood sugar has been elevated again, and bringing it back down has been a challenge.
I’m also working with what I have at home right now because I don’t have the money to grocery shop after being gone unexpectedly for a week.
I have food — plenty of it.
But let’s be honest… oatmeal and toast aren’t ideal for diabetics, even if they’re sprouted.
I am pairing them with protein and fiber to help manage the spikes, and it does help… but it’s still not ideal.
And this is where the real work comes in.
Learning to adjust.
Learning to pivot.
Learning to navigate real life without expecting perfection.
My perfectionist brain hates this part.
But I’m doing it.
Maybe not gracefully… but I’m doing it.
So today, I skip the nap — even though I want one.
And tonight, I try again.
I’ll keep working with what I have here for the next couple of weeks, and I’ll plan out an 8-week low-carb rotation for my next grocery trip.
This is real life.
And I’m not letting it derail me.
I’m letting it make me stronger.
I’m letting it teach me how to pivot.
I’m learning how to adjust to circumstances I can’t control — and still stay inside my program.
And honestly?
I’m proud of myself.
I’ve come a long way in just a few months, and I can’t wait to see who I am by the end of this year.
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