get up at 5.30 every morning

I’m giving it up as a goal because it’s not actually important to me whether I get up early or not. I’m usually up before 6, and I manage to get done what needs to be done, so it’s not something I feel I need to work on.

a lot of soul searching gone into these goals over the weekend. The truth is that no matter how well I manage during the week, come Saturday and Sunday I invariably find myself sleeping in until 8.00 am. By Thursday I am utterly exhausted and Friday is a constant struggle not to fall asleep at my desk.
I’ve done the maths (thank you, education system of Great Britain), and worked out that the extra 2.5 hours sleep I indulge in on Saturday could easily be accumulated during the week if only I got up at six instead of 5.30. It’s only half an hour every day but it does add up. I think the problem is I can never manage to be asleep by 9.30 pm, and while Steve Pavlova (sic) might think it possible to get by on less that 8 hours sleep per night, my body begs to differ. I know because I’ve been trying to do this for a good few months, and although at first it felt great, for the past month or so I have been constantly tired, demotivated and full of endless endless snot.

I think it’s time to admit that I just need more sleep.

I’ll give it two weeks getting up at six everyday, which should hopefully allow me to get up at the same time during the weekends as well as during the week. I think that ultimately, having more regular sleep patterns must be better for me than having early-early-late ones, whose very irregularity probably makes me feel more tired than I actually am.

Alas, 5.30 am-ers, I am therefore abandoning ship in order to embrace the less hardcore but hopefully more regular destiny of the 6 am riser.

Good times everyone, good times.
I salute you all.

Madeleine.

to get my jogging out of the way before the townsfolk are out and about. You’d think 5.30 would be early enough to avoid being the laughing stock of the entire village, but apparently not. There they are, gardening, walking their dogs, washing their cars. It’s really quite obscene. Can’t a woman have a little privacy while she’s panting and turning a less than attractive shade of puce?

SO my jogging now has the added motivation that once I get to a point where I’m comfortable being seen in public in a town where every single person knows my home and work address, I can go back to getting up at 5.30, which now seems like a luxurious lie in.

mah, health. It’s probably overrated you know…

very under the weather today. My body needs sleep, but it also needs feeding well, and if I don’t get up early I don’t have time to make lunch or a proper breakfast. Plus I’d like to still go for a walk tomorrow even if I can’t manage jogging. Maybe compromise and get up at 6 instead?

But it doesn’t mean I’m getting to work on time. Today we read a few stories and made porridge and then I remembered we were catching the 7:30 bus, so we had to rush. She needed to do a wee at the last second, and we ended up missing the bus. I was a bit cranky as we walked back home, but we got on the next one fifty minutes later. It’s quite a walk from the bus stop to child care, but she made it the whole way. I didn’t get in until around ten. Pretty slack. Guess I’d better stop mucking around here and do some work.

I got up not at 5.30 but at 5.10. Had time not only for yoga and walk but also to bake a carrot and walnut loaf to offer my English evening class students after work today. And since the snow has finally melted, I also removed the window protector from outside my bedroom so that I can now see the sunlight pouring (trickling) though. Opened all the windows and gave the house a good airing, then sat back and listened to Pie Jesu and Ava Maria while munching on my high fibre bran cereal. A lovely morning.

feels so good to get up early! i get a lot done before the bus comes. luv watching the rain in the morning.

I don’t know if there are any other Melbourne people online at the moment, but wasn’t that a good storm this morning! I was glad I got up early, because by the time it started (around 7) we had dressed and eaten breakfast and were basically ready to go. That gave us about half an hour to sit on the back step and watch the lightening. I guess people in SW USA wont be too impressed by our storms, but we get them rarely, so they are a treat. There was a great double rainbow, too. Then when it started raining, we got our gum boots and umbrellas and stomped around in the back yard. It was a nice morning.

I wish I had started getting up earlier, earlier. Izzy got to have a nice bath, and we read three books afterwards. Winter is coming, so it’s dark until seven, but we still have a lovely time.

The alarm went off at 5:30, I groaned, and thought, hmmm, I like this music, I’ll just wait ‘til this one is finished. Famous last words. I did manage to get up before the 6 o’clock news, but only because the radio announcer announced it. We had time for three stories but we got to work late. Tomorrow is a public holiday; if I sleep in it will just make it harder on Thursday.