Morning. Yes, I’m writing morning to myself. Fair enough. My last 2 nights sleep have been awful. I don’t know why? Last night I had a light dinner at 6:00pm. A salad. Nothing later, nothing. I went to bed at 11:30 and kept waking up. 2:00, 3:41, 6:00, 7:00 then eventually got up at 8:30ish. Why?
Is it sleep apnea? There’s nothing troubling that I’m aware of. Things in life are rather smooth at the moment. I’m trying to recall if I had coffee late, but the last coffee was at 12:30, so not late at all.
I think I will give my C-PAP machine another try, as just yesterday my neighbor told me he uses one and can’t believe how much better he feels.
The value of sleep seems to be 100% in line with what I am currently reading in OUTLIVE: the science and art of longevity, by Peter Attia, MD.
Outlive has pointed out the importance of sleep (among so many other things) and having my neighbor tell me how well he’s been sleeping, is a clear message from the universe. Fair enough – I hear the message and will take action ASAP.
Maybe that’s one of the nice things about becoming more aware. My ever increasing ability to listen. Listen to my body. Listen to and BE OPEN to messages that I wasn’t before. Like universal messages. I don’t care that it sounds corny. I’ve had too many examples that initially felt like coincidences – but I know now they are signs / messages / warnings / that all guide me in a direction that brings me joy or leads me in a direction that is good for me. Sounds funny coming from a guy that denied the existence of God or a higher power for most of my life. Wait, is that what happens when people approach the end of life. Is it something we WANT to believe, that brings us comfort?
That’s an interesting concept – dare I say an intellectual, philosophical concept ripe for discussion. News flash - I just had an internal thought – steer away from that Gil, philosophy is not your thing, you’ll fall in over your head and embarrass yourself… Ah the rhythmic nature of self-limiting thoughts. The dark side as I call it. So nice to be reminded that you’re always there, trying to crawl your way up front into the driver’s seat… let’s keep you in the back-seat for now, shall we? (no, that shit never goes away, what changes is your reaction or lack of reaction to it.
You’re a good man Gil Junger. I love you, Gil Junger. I love you, Ben Junger. I love you, Will Junger. I love you little Skittles.
I love your personality, I love the simple things that repeatedly bring you joy. I love that you ALWAYS want to be near me, that you never seem to be in a bad mood – ever. Skittles you are the closest thing to consistent, unconditional love I think I’ve ever encountered. Moki seems to have had similar traits, but I think I wasn’t as conscious as I am today and probably didn’t understand the depth of his love as clearly as I can see and appreciate Skittles - ** footnote: You wrote a film about the unconditional love of dogs and it was loosely based on Moki’s kindness after my divorce. Duh… I love you, Gil Junger.
Author’s note: a week ago, I challenged myself to 170 @ 70. 170lbs by my 70th in November. I weighed 188 at the beginning and have been sticking to it. I only eat during a 6-hour time span. 1pm to 7pm. Yes, I’ve started to lose weight and my sleep has definitely improved, my mood is more consistent so is my energy flow throughout the day. I think I’ll be able to pull this off. Me. 70. Thin. Well rested. I’m liking this…