Last weekend was Daylight Savings - or, technically, the switch from Daylight Savings to Normal Time. Meaning I lost an hour of sleep, making me angry, and even less motivated to drag myself out of bed in the morning, despite having umpteen things I need to/should do. (Story of my life.)
The morning is a conflicted time for me. On the one hand, I love the morning. The whole day is before you, it's often cooler, I am more motivated to do things, and there's a general sense of...hope? possibility? during that early part of the day. On the other hand, lounging in bed, daydreaming amongst my three pillows (this is the crucial and necessary number of pillows for optimum comfort) is also the most relaxing, stress-free part of my day. It's a state both mental and physical I find very hard to leave. And so the following internal conflict ensues:
I need to get up. Get up Liz. If you don't get up, you will get up late and be depressed because you didn't get up now and when you do get up, you'll think, "If only I'd gotten up when I should have gotten up I would be dressed, breakfasted and probably be doing something productive right now!" Get. Up.
In fifteen minutes. Before nine o'clock. Even if I wake up at 8:55, that will still be early enough to make me feel like a proper adult. These pillows are so comfortable...all people should sleep with three pillows.
(Glancing at the clock.) Oh my god, it's already nearly nine. Get UP.
Ugh. So comfortable. No...five more minutes. Just five.
I should get up. I don't want to get up. I should just get up. Just get up and make the bed, just do it. Just get up. Just throw off the comforter...let the air wake you up...while still lying down. Then get up.
I'll just turn over and close my eyes, just for another fifteen minutes...or so.
(Period of unconsciousness. Eventually rolls over and sees the clock.)
It's 10 o'clock. Ten o'clock. Sh*^! That happened so quickly. Too quickly. I time-travelled. No other explanation. Or I'm dreaming. If I just close my eyes again, I'll wake up properly and it will only be 9:30, and that won't be so bad.
See? See what happens when you don't listen to your Responsible Voice? And now you're going to lie here and feel frustrated about not getting up when you wanted to get up still while not getting up. You are perpetuating a vicious cycle!
Or something like that.
I had started writing this with the intention of talking about how the weather (here in Toronto at least) took a decided turn for the warm as soon as Daylight Savings switched off, and how my morning smoothie has been serving the function of not only nourishing me, but cooling me off (because it's warm, and blow-drying and straightening hair does nothing but increase overall body temperature). But instead I scripted my morning neurosis. That happened.
Okay. Well. Here's some breakfast. Start the day off right. By eating well, not fighting with yourself, I mean.
(And three pillows. Seriously. Invest. Sleep like pregnant women do. Only without being pregnant. Unless you are pregnant. In which case...as you were.)
Chocolate Raspberry Smoothie
Quick, delicious, healthy, and vegan too! What's not to love? You could also easily make it a chocolate strawberry smoothie, just switch out the raspberries for strawberries, or any other fruit you fancy.
1 cup Soy Milk (or other milk of your choice)
1 tbsp Blackstrap Molasses (optional)
1 heaping tbsp Cocoa Powder
1 tsp Vanilla (optional)
1 Banana (fresh or frozen)
1 heaping cup Frozen Raspberries
1. Pour milk into a blender, add molasses, cocoa, vanilla, then banana and raspberries, and blend on high until smooth and creamy, pausing to scrape down sides as needed.