I've anchored mornings twice in my 19 years of television: first in Lexington, Kentucky and again in Phoenix, Arizona right after 9-11. It's a massive understatement to tell you I was thrilled to move to Dallas and work a "normal" shift again.
I believe we truly underestimate the power of sleep on one's body, mind, and psyche.
So as much as I LOVE these 6am Pilates classes I'm taking right now, I am seriously feeling the effects of a sleep cycle that isn't quite working for me.
Today I slept past 8am, and I feel like a completely alive human being! I am happy and hopeful and truly rested. I believe I won't even need to find a closet at the station for a power nap before the 4pm news. (Yes, I seriously curled up in a closet last week using some random person's fleece jacket as a pillow. I was that tired.)
I might even fall asleep tonight in my bed instead of on the couch with my face washed!
And maybe, just maybe, I'll have the stamina to tape a Real Botox Diaries blog with Gina Miller today!
Oh, the beauty of sleep. It makes me so grateful I had children in my 20s, and extremely sympathetic to all of you 40-something sleep-deprived parents.
Guess it all goes back to balance. This girl needs exercise and sleep. Equal parts. Equally important.