A tired Sunday....

Last night after watching two movies at the theater with Anne, I was excited to hit the mattress and hoped to drift off to sleep quickly. I work every Sunday from 9:30 to 6, so I try to rest up so I am chipper on the job. So why is it, when I want to fall asleep the most, I can't? I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours and my head spun around numerous thoughts about nothing that mattered. I wasn't making grocery list or deciding what I was going to wear, I was thinking about nothing really. Nothing that was going to help the day or upcoming week go easier. I wasn't making goals, or middle of the night promises to myself to improve... that would have been worth while in a sense. My brain was depriving myself of sleep for pointlessness.

I had decided that Sunday (today) was going to be my big day. I was going to start working out more often, make my eating habits healthier than ever, and make improvements on the apartment. It was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. BUT this morning I woke up and snoozed my alarm so many times that I needed to set a new one because it timed out. Oh, and I woke up with a snuffy nose. I took so much time out of my morning by oversleeping, I had to grab a granola bar for breakfast, instead of the bowl of oatmeal I was hoping to have. So now I am hungry, sleep deprived, and I have a headache.

Maybe I will just make tomorrow be the first day of the rest of my life....