The bags under my eyes were so large that the cashier at the supermarket gave me a discount for bringing my own sacks. Not paper or plastic, but big ugly dark circles. I was cranky and out of sorts and sometimes even had difficulty concentrating. I knew what it was. I was following my own biological patterns. I had inherited my mother's nocturnal habits. My father used to say of her "Doesn't like to go to bed at night and doesn't like to get up in the morning".
But I live in a world where everyone else is alert and alive in the a.m. so I decided to challenge myself to get as close as I can to 8 hours sleep per night for 30 days and see if it doesn't make a dramatic difference.
Tonight will be the 8th night. I've done pretty well so far. I only had one evening where I had way too much to do and didn't make my personal curfew.
I hope to do some before and after analysis, maybe even a before and after photo to see if I can see the difference. Meanwhile, I am happy to report that I am experiencing more energy and I think my eyes are brighter and less puffy.
So don't call me after 9:30 PM because I will be cutting Z's for the next several weeks, and later if it turns out to be even half as invigorating as I hope.