March 6 - Restriction
I’ve really been struggling with sleep recently. It’s been almost 5 months of trying and failing to figure out the best drug combination to battle my insomnia. Respectfully, please don’t recommend magnesium or melatonin. Just trust me, I’ve tried all of them. A doctor even ended up prescribing Trazodone, which is known to knock out even the most insomniac of insomniacs and I don’t think I noticed a difference.
Recently, I’ve been getting some hours in with a combination of CBN/CBD, melatonin, and L-Theanine. When it works, it works, but it’s not 100%, and boy can CBD-N get expensive.
Until recently, my boyfriend was also struggling with sleep. (And yes, it started with him and double yes, I do think it might have been contagious.) Once he submitted all of his apps for grad school, however, he’s been a-okay. Turns out he actually had a concrete reason for his nightly anxious thoughts. Me, on the other hand? Zero idea. Before he got back in the swing of sleep things, the last resort method he was going to try was sleep restriction therapy. It is just as bad as it sounds.
Sleep restriction therapy is essentially exhausting yourself so you force your body to make the best of the few hours you’re letting it sleep. You go to bed at midnight and you wake up around 6. Five months in, I am going to give it a go.
Last night I went to bed at 11, fell asleep pretty quickly (score), woke up a few times throughout the night, and then wanted to throw my phone through the wall when its alarm started blaring at 6:30. I have had a horrible headache that I have not been able to shake all day and settled on yoga instead of my planned cardio circuit. To be fair, the headache might be partially (okay, mostly) the fault of the Extremely Fun Weekend I had. But I’m guessing that the early wake-up time did not help.
To end on a less negative note: Getting up early definitely had some perks. I got a ton of freelance work done this morning, washed my sheets, and folded all the laundry from yesterday that I’d been procrastinating. All before 9:30am.
Cheers to doing it all again tomorrow.
