Resting the 60 Blog

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The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more.

Did you know that staying up late on weekends is bad for your heart?  A study presented at a meeting of the Associated Professional Sleep Societies found that each hour of “social jet lag” – staying up late and sleeping in on weekends – was linked with an 11% higher risk of heart disease, along with fatigue and worse moods.

I’ve discussed this before.  I don’t get enough sleep.  When I was sniffling and coughing nonstop last weekend, I didn’t give myself enough chance to rest.  I overdid it on Saturday and was gone from the house morning till night.  At some point on Saturday, I had the forethought to bump Sunday’s plans to Monday, and all was right with the world.

I slept twelve hours Saturday night through Sunday.  I never heard Leslie leave the house to take Clooney (the cat) to the vet on Sunday morning.  He’d been sneezing and excreting some snot-looking substance from his nose.  I suppose Leslie was wishing Clooney had opposable thumbs that would have allowed him to blow his own nose.

Is it possible that Clooney gave me a cold?  Believe me, there is no loving on Clooney coming from this girl (Clooney the cat; Clooney the man would be a different story!), so I doubt that, even if it was possible, the cat shared his cooties with me.

But that Saturday night/Sunday morning was bliss.   In one day, my cold had seemed to disappear and I didn’t feel like a truck was sitting on my chest.  The large amount of rest and sleep really did help.  After attending a cookout on Tuesday for the 4th, I came home and went straight to bed.  I slept ten hours that night before getting up for work on Wednesday morning.

Is it possible that my left knee hurt just a little bit less?  Was I more mindful?  Could it be that I wasn’t sneezing or coughing the whole day?  Did things bother me less than usual?

A big fat yes!  In two short test runs, I proved to myself how much sleep can help me.  Have I kept with the plan?  No.  Last night was the usual six hours, and after my shower, I was so tempted to just get back into bed.  Alas, if I want a paycheck this week, I better show up for work on a regular basis!

 

 

 

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One thought on “Resting the 60 Blog

  1. Ahhh, sleep…rest. We are a nation of chronic fatigue sufferers. I found this out riding the MetroLink train to work every day. I caught the 5:54 A.M. train to make it to work in Irvine by 7:00 A.M. In the morning people were extra quiet, because there were many sleepers. I know of many people who have dozed off and missed their stop. A lot of people set watches. Some told friends to make sure they woke up in time. I woke up at 4:12 every morning. Luckily I got off at 3:30 and took the 4:10 train home. I didn’t like going to bed early because my kids were at home, and Dale, and if I went to bed say 9:00, I’d miss time with them. So I went to bed around 11 or 11:30.

    It’s hard these days (unless ones is sick, and I find then that I sleep a lot too). Work schedules, stress, families, school, commuting, TRAFFIC. I can’t tell you the times I have found my boss sleeping in his chair. Attorneys notoriously fall asleep at their desks. I actually try to keep my sleep patterns similar on the weekends. Monday is the most “popular” day to suffer from a heart attack. The culprit? Sleep patterns are off from the weekend.

    I used to love sleeping in. I really don’t do that too much now. When my kids were born, sleep patterns became VERY different. The minute the baby moved or made any noise or cried, Mom is up like a flash. I am reminded of a story when Marcia was around a year old. She and I had done a lot of running around. It was the Christmas shopping time and when we got home we were both tired. I put her down for a nap, and fell asleep on my bed. Dale had locked himself out of the house. He pounded on the door, rang the bell, shouted, everything to get me to wake up. He had to go see the Manager and get the key. He came in the house, called my name, went into our bedroom and turned on the light, knocking on the door. Nothing. Sound asleep. Just then, Marcia made a small noise in her sleep and I woke up immediately! He couldn’t believe it. All the noise he made, and one little peep from her and I’m up.

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