For the last three evenings, I’ve been drinking the same bottle of wine. Tonight I’ll finish it. Each night the 2006 Clos du Bois Pinot Noir tastes better. The air brought out its favors—blackberry and a hint of vanilla. I enjoy the wine; I savor the wine. Smell its bouquet. Taste the red elixir on my tongue. In return, each sip reminds me to slow down and pay attention. Breathe.
My glass of wine each evening started as a healthful way to wind down. Red wine contains the antioxidant Reservatrol that has been shown in scientific studies to help you stay thin, stop aging, block food-borne bacteria, and protect your heart, breasts and liver against disease. But it has become something much more poignant in a life that is full of taking care of family and working. And it just struck me—it’s my time.
I have a confession to make: I haven’t been to the gym in nearly two weeks. My excuses are numerous and normal. I’ve been sick, baby is teething and now hubby is sick. So my 4AM wake-up calls are on hold (except for when the aforementioned infant cries).
Here’s the crazy thing. My post-preg weight loss is in full swing. Sure, the stomach bug didn’t hurt, but instead of working out I’m sleeping more—going to bed a bit earlier, napping when the baby does (which isn’t that much), and sleeping in (when I can).
Science has been touting this nightly occurrence as a magic health elixir for years. The National Sleep Foundation recommends seven to nine hours a night. But, really who has the time? When I recently read a Glamour article, I decided to find the time since doing so could have a profound effect on my body and my goal to lose the baby weight. And it has. I’ve lost nearly four pounds.
Unfortunately, I have to return to my sleep-deprived existence. I have a baby and a husband who are both miserable to take care of and deadlines to hit. But when all is done (is it really ever?), I’ll go back to my seven piece-mealed hours of shut eye.