Yeah, that’s exactly what I would have said when reading the title of this post. I am what you could call the epitome of NOT a morning person. I love to stay up late. To this day I can’t explain why, but for some reason if my head hits the pillow before midnight, I feel like I’m missing out on all that’s going on in the world. Up until recently, when it was time to get up in the morning, I would set three or more alarms. I always had good intentions to wake up at 6:30… you know, give myself time to look my best, pack a healthy lunch, drink my coffee at home. Instead, I would snooze and then turn off my alarm and wait for another… and another, until finally at 7:15 (or later), I’m ripping my eyes open. Cue the cracking, red eyed noise you’ve heard on cartoons. I’d groggily stumble over to the bathroom and rush through my
morning routine as quickly as possible.
Of course, the last thing I wanted to do was be awake, much less, get ready for work, so I was snappy to put it nicely. I didn’t do small talk and if you were happy around me, it irritated me to no end.
I gave myself no time for breakfast and so I’d either run through Chick-fil-a to grab my 3 count chicken minis and a large Diet Dr. Pepper or through Starbucks to get a grande iced skinny vanilla latte hoping it would carry me through. I’d get to work, slump into my desk, sip on my coffee and hope that soon I’d start being productive.
Godddd, how awful does that sound? Just thinking about each and every one of those mornings makes me cringe. So recently I got married and moved to a new house which increased my commute time from 5 – 7 minutes to 25 – 30 minutes. I was devastated thinking of all of the great sleep I would miss out on.
I still can’t remember what made me decide to try to do things differently, but I guess I thought starting a marriage and living in a new place were reasons enough to try to switch it up. I set one alarm for 6:50 and hoped I wouldn’t sleep through it (it wouldn’t be the first time).
My husband gets up for work and leaves at 6:30, so from 6:30 – 6:50, I was getting half awake, subpar sleep. Instead of settling for this terrible limbo, I decided to get up as he was leaving.
Who would have known that waking up earlier would make me SO much happier. In all reality, I don’t really get to bed any earlier, but for some reason, sleeping fully until my waking time and immediately getting up has had such a huge impact. I get up in the morning and have me-time, which is AMAZING. There’s time to do my daily plank, warm up some lemon water, do my hair and makeup while watching Good Morning America (yay, I finally have an idea about what’s going on in the world), pack a lunch, drink a good cup of coffee that’s a hell of a lot cheaper than running through Starbucks and just lounge around.
All along, I should have been realizing I was missing out on all that was going on in the world when I was asleep in the morning! Granted some days I really don’t want to get up, but once I push myself to, I’m always glad.
I’ll never ever be a morning person. I don’t wake up ready to spring from my bed thinking about rainbows and butterflies, but my extra time in the morning really helps my mood. I get to work already energized and ready to focus on what needs to be done for the day. I feel fulfilled having already gotten my morning dosage of news around the world, a little pop culture and a few minutes of defining these abs I’m trying to get.
I ramble on about this to say, if you’re like me… not a morning person… at all, give it a try. Set one alarm and make yourself get out of the bed. Fix a cup of coffee and sit on the couch watching your favorite news program. Allow yourself to fully wake up and enjoy you instead of rushing into work half awake, just to throw yourself into a pile of miserable emails.
Now, I’m no doctor, so if you try waking up earlier and you aren’t cured of your usual morning funk, don’t blame me, but I was so curious about this phenomena that I did a search on if waking up earlier can make you less tired and low and behold, there were a ton of articles and studies on it. Why didn’t someone tell me earlier? Most likely, they did and being stubborn and immature, I didn’t listen. Nonetheless, give it a try and let me know what you think!
C’est la vie,
*Side note: I do NOT practice this on the weekends. In my brain, I know it would have the same effect, but my heart loves sleeping in late, sorry about it! 🙂