Until I'm 6 feet under
Baby I don't need a bed
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead -Bon Jovi
Groooaaaaaaaaan. Not Bon Jovi! Too cheesy! All joking aside, my biggest PCP fail is the sleep component. Saturday night, I can get the eight hours, no problem. Friday, probably seven or the magic eight. But most other nights, I am closer to five, maybe six. Tuesday night it was three. That crazy man in Libya is making it impossible for me to get a good night's sleep at the moment due to the nature of my work. If I snooze, I literally lose, like what happened to me on Monday night. So this whole week is pretty much going to consist of interrupted sleep where I wake up to check markets every hour or so. I will be feeling pretty ropey by the time the weekend rolls around. I am also getting home from the office after 8pm, so it's workouts and prep work after that.
All of this is a challenge, but eye is still on the prize. I want nice abs so I do that 8-minute ab workout each day on top of the day's requirement. Combined with my lack of sleep, I constantly have the BGM from that video stuck in my head at my desk at work. Arrrgh! Worse than Bon Jovi, trust me.
So, my confession is that I am just not getting anywhere near the 8 hours, which, for an ectomorph like me especially, I'm guessing is not helpful for building muscle. Hopefully things settle down soon. This is not a complaint or negative post. I chose my career path. It is more a statement so that I write down something I need to address and find a way to work around.
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