A dramatic title I will admit, but right now it feels appropriate. I've always been a night owl, never a morning lark (it is lark right?) so watching tv or movies late into the next morning is something I've done for over a decade.
But apparently, despite my love of these late night viewings, my body, especially my head, has decided it no longer shares my joy.
I went into my all-night binge (a word I hate btw, but it fits) of the first three seasons of Awkward, optimistic about the outcome. I'm good at no sleep. I thrive on no sleep, it's often when I'm at my most productive because I rarely get enough sleep anyway (although it has improved thanks to my S+, last night's sleep rating was BAD).
For the uninitiated, Awkward is a tv series on Amazon Prime which focuses on a teen girl and her (completely ridiculous) life issues... mainly around boys. It's nothing like the tv I would normally watch, but I find myself completely addicted. It's like reliving your teen days through someone else who made, even more, mistakes than you did. It makes me laugh, cry and CRINGE constantly and it is impossible to turn off.
Because of this the series just flow effortlessly from one to another, so after starting season one just before midnight, before you know it it's 5:30am you're at the end of season three and oh god, you have a day full of meetings and actual important adult stuff! EEEK
But at 5:30am I was still optimistic, I felt good, I wasn't tired, I wasn't yawning, I didn't have tired eyes, I was OK!
Now fast-forward 30 minutes. It's 6am. I'm sat at the dining table staring into a bowl of cereal, feeling as close to a zombie as it's physically possible to be, and probably not looking too hot either...
As an example of how my morning panned out (not well FYI), I put the spoon in the bin, the teabag in the sink and nearly put my mug in the fridge instead of the milk. Ooops, not managing so well on zero sleep after all.
A few hours later, I still feel like death, but I've since caught a look at myself in a mirror, and good news, I look like death too! "Are you ill? Do you have the flu?" seem to be the main conversation starters of the day. Can I say yes and crawl back to my bed and sleep for the rest of the day? Please? Ok, no I know I can't, but I really really want to!
So it turns out that while I still love the idea of staying up all night, watching tv that I don't even understand my obsession with and snacking through the small hours... my body does not like this, not one little bit.
So maybe I was wrong, maybe it's not so much my body betraying me, maybe I'm betraying my body by attempting to force it to maintain it's long lost teen habits...
I don't miss anything about being a teenager, literally nothing and no-one but if I could still manage the occasional all-night tv marathon I'd be pretty happy.
So moral of this story? Listen to your body. Unless it's a really great tv show with some really hot actors and then don't listen to it and just spend your day filled with regret at your bad choices and lack of concealer.
Stay safe, x