Do you ever have those days that seem to be linked by nothing more than a chain of caffeine? You have one late night and very little sleep, so you compensate with a cup of coffee. Then you start to fizzle out by early afternoon, so you have another. It doesn’t kick in fast enough, so you grab a small spoon of nutella and dunk it in instant coffee. That works, a short and sweet burst that leaves you ‘twired’. Eyes splayed open in true A Clockwork Orange form. So that late caffeine plus a little alcohol means you have trouble sleeping, then wake up early the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat, except throw an earlier morning into the mix. Sprinkle in a day of work and an evening Red Bull to keep you sustained for a night of booze and clubby dancing, then serve it up with another crappy sleep and a day of Pride Parade perusing out in the relentless sun. Maybe present it with a side of emails from the now ex-girlfriend (oh yeah, forgot to tell you that happened. It’s fine, for the best, etc) telling me what an idiot I am (to be honest, she’s probably right) to accentuate the flavours. The pièce de résistance is that I’m now so over-tired I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Have I sufficiently burned this candle at both ends yet? Or has the wick burned away completely, leaving me a melted pile of wax?
One thing’s for certain, I should probably stay away from caffeine for the foreseeable future. It’s not agreeing with my tenacious hold on sanity. It might have helped me bust out that concert review (lookie, I’ve got my own “author” page now), but at what cost? The alcohol isn’t helping matters either. I don’t think it’s a matter of drinking too much, but when it’s coupled with my fraying mental state it really doesn’t do me any favours. I’m seeing talk over The Facebooks from friends back home about their Dry July challenges. A month without alcohol is a great thing to aim for. Regular readers will know of my love for monthly challenges. I’ve done 6 months without alcohol before, I spent a long time not drinking once I arrived in an effort to afford rent. A few months ago I did the month sans coffee or liquor. With the exception of Canada Day (because it’s gonna be my first ever chance to celebrate it) I think I’m gonna do a Dry July style detox of my own. I hurt my knee a while back and it’s stifled attempts to really get back into shape. It’s starting to come right, so I want to use the benefit of healthy living to really dig in my heels and push through the month.
Food is an enormous part of it. Between the Abbey’s Kitchen writing, the lackadaisical standards you impose when you’re in a relationship and my sedentarily (I don’t think that’s a real word) inflicted emotional eating (feelings taste so good!), I’ve been way too lax on myself. It’s summer, I want to sweat it off and bring myself to a place of comfort. Funnily enough I actually hit my nebulous goal weight, but I’m chalking that down to muscle loss rather than conscious conditioning. I went food shopping (vegetables anyway) for the first time since January when I started at Real Food for Real Kids. Fresh kale, broccoli, carrots and bananas (technically berries, not veges) are stocked in my fridge ready for a month of restraint.
The last thing is more of a personal challenge. I’ll try not to be explicit, but since I’ve been single I haven’t really left the sex behind. No bedmates, but when has that ever stopped a guy from treating themselves? I don’t have any issue with the act, I think it’s something more people should do more often. The thing is, indulging in that carry on too much really dulls the experience and hinders the compulsion to share oneself with others. One month without? I hope I don’t start just humping my own leg.
July 2nd to August 1st isn’t that long. A month without excessive self-indulgence seems like a great little test. No coffee, no alcohol and no Shake Weight-ing? It seems plausible, but it’s also an idea born of extreme exhaustion. Right now I’m sure even infomercials would seem plausible to me. I have found it hard to reach high spaces at times. What could go wrong?