I told Natasha (my wife) I’d started hitting the gym (true). But I wasn’t going to admit it was actually all down to my pillow.
I know, sounds crazy right? But let’s back up a minute to where my story begins: you should have seen the state of me three months ago.
I was a big ball of stress functioning on caffeine and bad food. I’d wake up groggy and hit snooze at least twice before rolling out of bed, and the rest of the days followed this pattern.
Yeah I was doing the stuff you’re supposed to: working, paying the bills, providing for my family. But why did it feel like such a drag?
My ability to concentrate was lousy. In work meetings I’d zone out until the boss called on me for advice.
My energy was shot to pieces. I was like a zombie, functioning—but slowly—and without any pep or drive.
Between the sheets action? Yeah I had it, I’d marked the special occasion on last year’s calendar.
And as for my fitness, it was non-existent. The gym was next to Subway, and Subway won almost every time.
The worst part? I didn’t even realise. I just thought this was life. Plus, people don’t usually tell you if you’re heading the wrong way. Your compass just gets off course and you drift into bad habits.
Fortunately I’ve got a good buddy who doesn’t pull any punches when it comes to telling it like it is.
“Mike, you need holiday, or something, but whatever you’re doing right now ain’t working.”
Lightbulb moment: he was totally right. But where to start?
Well, first I swapped Subway for the gym, or tried to. I’d make it there once or twice a week but it did nothing for my tiredness or energy levels, even with all the creatine and protein powder I was shoveling in.
I tried to change my diet, but with all the overtime and family duties I had, I felt like I never had the time to eat properly.
And night times were still a disaster. I’d lie awake tossing and turning before getting bored and watching nonsense on Youtube or browsing Facebook. It was one of these late-night bouts of sleeplessness though that turned everything around...