They say life is made up of two kinds of people: those who maintain a regular schedule and consistent routine, and those who, well, don’t. I’m very much in the latter camp – I’m guilty of ignoring my bodily signals and red flags, often waiting too long to eat (consequently I’m starving when I finally get around to it) and napping on the sofa at 10pm instead of simply going to bed, like a sensible person.
And my propensity to rush headlong through my days paying little heed to my internal hunger cues is doing me no favours. Too often, I completely crash around 4pm, zapped of the energy and motivation that’s kept me Duracell-bunny busy all day. Or, I’ll be so busy I won’t have lunch until it’s practically dinner time, throwing my system all out of whack. I know I’m not alone – but it’s simply not sustainable.
