I realized this morning that I have rather lost my mojo…I used to wake up bright and happy and ready to take on the day. Now I’m waking up lethargic and listless. Once, I laughed at daunting projects; now I just feel overwhelmed.

And I’ll be the first to admit it: life is a bit overwhelming. Mr. Interrupted is self-employed now, and it’s just plain scary to listen to the news as the recession wobbles along. There are four little Interrupteds who are in the midst of college and high school and middle school and they all depend on me. I’ve got stuff I want to do for myself, in the midst of providing for everyone. And I need to feel like I care about whether I do it or not.

I’d give just about anything to feel enthused and optimistic again, and it’s not in my nature to just sit around and wait for lightning to strike.

So the first thing I thought of was, “Am I eating right?” And the answer was, “No.” So I have started a program of reducing, if not eliminating, too-refined carbs from my diet. It’s too soon to tell if I’ll find my mojo hiding under a Splenda packet, but I’ll keep you posted.

And then, because I’m not used to just waiting around for my schemes to work, I looked around and realized that I hadn’t been to bed for a while. I’m averaging about six hours a night, tops, and I’ve been reading that it’s just not enough. I tested the theory with a nap this afternoon and why, yes! I do feel a bit more energized and enthused, thank you!

So, starting tonight, I’m going to increase my average to seven. I thought I’d work my way up to this, especially since I’d have to go to bed fifteen minutes ago if I wanted eight hours tonight. I’ll evaluate my Energy Meter every day (“10” being ready to wrestle an elephant and “1” being ready to find a gas oven) and see if I can correlate my sleep totals to it. I am, after all, an analyst.

I’ll keep you (bed) posted.