I may be tired.

So I made my triumphant return to Yoga class last night. I get to be in Charlotte for the next three weeks, so I figured I should get back into my usual habits. I haven't made it to Yoga since busy season started up, so it's been about four months. And sweet mother, did it hurt. I am in a significant amount of pain today. But I digress.

The real point of this entry is this: I am a sleeper. I need 7-8 hours a night to properly function. And a lot of the reason that I don't go out much on weekends is that it interrupts my sleep schedule. I generally go to bed by 11 on weeknights (12 on weekends) and I'm up at 6 on weekdays (by 8:30 on weekends). But Saturday night I was out until 2am, so I slept until 10:30 Sunday, and I couldn't fall asleep at 11 Sunday night, so I was tired at 6am yesterday, and it's basically a chain of horror until I'm back in my normal habits a few days.

So yesterday in Yoga class, during the final resting pose, I'm pretty sure I fell asleep.

I mean, the point of that pose is to meditate a few minutes, reflect on your time in the class, and relax after the strenuous workout. I usually doze off a bit. But I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to narc out. When the instructor started speaking again to end the class, I behaved like I do when my alarm goes off in the morning. I was like shocked into awake-ness. I'm pretty sure I had a weird dream too, but I couldn't remember it when I woke up. I don't think it's a good sign that I can fall into deep dreaming sleep at the drop of a hat. I mean, 9 times out of 10, I fall asleep the literal second my head hits the pillow at night, but I was laying on a thin rubber mat on a hardwood floor, and it didn't bother me at all. Not good.

I need to get back on my sleep schedule, stat. I was NOT happy when my alarm went off this morning, even though I was dead to the world by 11 last night. Something has to be done about this nonsense.

In other news, I decided to listen to Blake after about three and a half years and embrace protein shakes. I always thought I couldn't be satiated by breakfast unless it involved a carb of some kind, but yesterday I had a protein shake and some strawberries and I wasn't hungry again for like five hours. I was impressed. It doesn't have much fewer calories than what I usually eat in the morning, but I'm trying to reduce my carb intake so as to begin a rampage on my belly fat. The only carb materials I had yesterday were a handful of croutons in my lunch salad, a whole grain wasa wafer w/ peanut butter after the gym, and a bagel for dinner. OK, so the bagel wasn't a great idea, but I didn't get home from Yoga until 7:30 and I was STARVING. At any rate, this is all much better than the approximately 15 bread servings I usually have on a daily basis. I'd like to lower that to between 4-6. And I successfully got in 9 fruit/veggie servings yesterday, so I consider that a victory. I say I'm going to try to lose 10 pounds roughly every other week, but I'm serious this time. And I have very few excuses this time of year as well.

Oh! The uptown farmers' market opens this Saturday! I'm so pumped! It's about a block and a half from my house and it has delicious, fresh, cheap fruits and veggies. I'm going to go crazy on it on a weekly basis because our Teeter bills have become a bit high for my tastes (thanks, gas prices, for your impact on my groceries. I hate you).

Ok. I should work now.