Yesterday was fun. I thought I was having just enough fun, but it’s possible I had too much, because today? Not so much fun. Not that anything went wrong, particularly, but I was dragging all day long. I don’t know how many times my head bobbed while I was doing something that required my head to be upright. Like working. Just one of those days, I guess.

It can’t be anything I ate, because I was very careful to have only one of everything (including the cheesecake). It’s definitely not anything I drank, because I drank nothing but water all day long (and one cup of coffee). It can’t be that I was out too late, because I was home by 7:30 pm. Could it just be that I’m 47 weeks shy of turning 60, and not quite as much in shape as I like to think I am?

Heh. No, I know I’m not in shape, despite the 30 total miles I’ve done on the treadmill in the last few weeks. That’s been very helpful, but it takes more. I’m just about ready to start back on a more comprehensive workout program that includes free weights and toning work. I need to work on strength and flexibility, along with the rest of it. So that’s the next phase, and maybe I won’t have as many days when I can’t keep my head from bobbing.

This time it wasn’t because I stayed up all night, because I didn’t. I was tired when I got home, and went to bed shortly after Survivor. But something woke me up way too early this morning, and even though my body told me I was still exhausted, my head wouldn’t let it rest. I tried to get up once and immediately collapsed back into bed for another hour or so. Sleepless mornings are a lot worse than sleepless nights, as far as I’m concerned, because at least if I’m staying up late, I can be doing something. All I did this morning in that restless state was writhe around, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back to sleep.