PART 1 - How my own routine is negatively affecting me. How to KICK it or at least deal with it.

I'm about to fall asleep.

It's 1:38pm, I'm sitting here at work in a tiny office that's way too stuffy, no airflow, and a little on the warmer side today . I'm patiently waiting for my next meeting to begin and as I said before I'm about to fall asleep.

I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm hot, I'm sweating, I'm uncomfortable, I'm annoyed, I'm stressed. I'm everything un-cool right now.

Today, I'm everything I don't want to be.

How did I get here?

Well I work here.... (hehe) But how or why am I like this?

Not sleeping well, not eating well, not working out enough, working out too much. I'll break down the negatives and we'll re-explore a better version of my day.

This morning.

ALARM

I wake up to my smartwatch telling me I had poor sleep. 5 hours and 42 minutes. Non-restorative.

"Well the hell with you Garmin."

I already knew I had poor sleep, I can feel it, I don't need my watch to tell me that too, I feel bad enough!

Begin brewing the coffee, I smartly placed the coffee maker as close as possible to the bed. Minimal steps to caffeine, whatever makes Brian happy. And coffee sure does make Brian happy, or at least, less grumpy.

After downing 1 cup while scrolling through Reddit on my iPad for a solid 25 minutes I feel it's time to begin my morning routine.

SHIT, SHOWER, SHAVE, SUIT, SMOOCH.

The first three S's are pretty self explanatory (I hope) I usually keep a tight beard and shave just my neck and any stragglers on my face.

After that, I put on a suit. (My job requires a full suit whenever I'm in office).

Currently only have 2 full suits, so 2 days a week I'm looking like a cohesive put-together gentleman, the other 3 days of the week is a mix/match of the same suit jackets with different shirts/pants and hoping no one noticed yet... (they have).

And finally Smooch. I give my lovely gf a big ol' kiss on the face if she's still home. (This is the best party of my morning)

And BOOM, I'm off to work. No breakfast, no water, no electrolytes, no packed lunch, forgot to pack a gym bag and I'm probably going to need to stop for gas on my way because I'm an idiot and had to leave that for the morning,

At least my phone is charging in my car because I forgot to put it on the charger last night, (fell asleep watching dumb youtube videos)

Arriving at work I opt for another cup of coffee from the cafeteria, no breakfast and still no water... (What's wrong with me?)

Have a couple of meetings, do a few minutes of actual "work" and supplement the time inbetween with bouts of doom-scrolling Reddit and creeping on Instagram. It's now time for lunch. Finally!

Lunch consists of:

• burger from the cafeteria

• french fries

• ooh sure I'll take a soda

• Brownie? Yeah why not I worked out yesterday

And that brings me to now...

1:38pm, I'm about to fall asleep.

I've had 2 or 3 cups of coffee, a soda with more caffeine and ungoldy amounts of sugar, a burger with french fries (wayyy to many carbs), and a brownie (as if I needed that too). All that plus no idea if I drank any water yet.

My blood sugar glucose is spiking, I feel dehydrated, I've barely moved today, had terrible sleep. No wonder I'm about to fall asleep.

This entire day up to this point, is a failure. I feel bad, because I did bad to my body. To myself.

Now, I'll finish off the day today best I can, by powering through. Not giving way to the exhaustion but by setting up myself to have a better tomorrow.

Read about it in Part 2.

BB2024