A
month ago I made an attempt to address my rabid smartphone addiction
that has disturbed my sleep pattern, my mood, my diet and,
subsequently, my weight.
I've
kept my phone in the lounge at night for the last month. The first
night, I slept brilliantly. After that, not so much. I've never slept
particularly well my whole life, and this has more than likely been a
contributing factor to lifelong issues like stunted growth (I'm
168cm, or 5'6) and bad diet (either over or under-eating; the last
decade or so it's definitely been the former of those 2). That said, for the last month I've eaten clean.
I've
been focussing on a series of movements at the gym in an attempt to
beat a few personal bests. One of these was 10-minute run, something
I haven't improved upon since 2013, when I was a LOT lighter. Over
the last month I've made no progress on this despite hammering the
treadmill over and over. It's my longest-standing record, and for
good reasons- I hate running, and having put on weight due to years
of antidepressants, I've got progressively worse at it instead of
better. Why do I bother? WHY?
Another
movement was horizontal dumbbell fly, something I managed to match
but not beat, and another was dips, with the same result. I was so
close with dips, but then came down with a cold right before the
deadline.
I
started the project at 84.85kg (13'5).
I
ended it at 85.1kg (still 13'5).
I
still feel that sleeping without my phone was a huge benefit and I
plan to keep this routine.
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