Vision In Blue

The idea of me having a Fitbit still generally amuses me. If I'm exercising then I'm usually on the bike, but most other activity is limited to the repetitive walking too and from my car, the bathroom, or bed. Photo by  Andres Urena  on  Unsplash I'm terrible at being fit. But it was the unforeseen effects of having the Fitbit that really got me. I've mooted it before when talking about my sleep, and recently I've noticed other people picking up on it. Let's just say it straight... Fitbits piss you off. Originally I got mine so that I could gauge my sleeping patterns. Basically I wanted to confirm what I thought I knew to be fact. For months, a horrible and unnecessary amount of months, I wasn't sleep properly. (I'll put links to my posts about that at the bottom.) But no one would believe me. I was going to bed anywhere from 8pm to midnight and I was getting up between 4 and 6. That's plenty of sleep people would say. But you know it...

After making my post about sleep , or the lack thereof, I've had a massive break through. I say massive... why don't I just tell you about it. I have been averaging about 4 hours sleep, give or take, for a long time. I was surviving somehow. But enough was enough. When I went to the doctors I mentioned it, and for me to do that it had to be bad. I'm incredibly stubborn in all health issues and I'm likely to leave it until it's much more complicated than it needed to be. Anyway... The first doctor suggested that I spend a week where I don't use an alarm. Wake up naturally and it might kick start my body into a better sleeping rhythm. So of course I tried that. I had a week off coming and figured it was worth a go. It did nothing. I actually slept less that week than I had done for months. Back to the doctors I went. The doctor had said if that didn't work then we'd try a week's worth of sleeping pills that would hopefully achieve some differen...

How I haven't hit insanity yet I do not know. I tend to sit very close to the line, but as yet I haven't stumbled over it. This post isn't directly about my mental health though, although the contents does eventually start to contribute. Photo by  Jonathan Fink  on  Unsplash This time I'm on about good old fashioned sleep... forty-winks, hitting the sack, zonking out. I remember the days where I'd come home feeling a little tired, sit myself down to relax and almost instantly fall asleep. I'd sleep from 6pm to 6am, bounce out of bed and feel like I'd kicked my body back into gear. These days though that isn't how that scenario goes. Anywhere from 7pm-11pm I'll go to bed and lay there for an hour or so before actually managing to fall asleep. I'll then toss and turn all night, waking up each time, before the alarm goes off at 6.15. Then anytime from 9am I'll start yawning and wishing I was still in bed. The National Sleep Foundatio...