Edit: This is so long. I’m not sorry, though. Read it if you’d like to know my story with sleep and how Progenex’s Cocoon changed my life. If not, the take-home message is this: Give Cocoon a try. For me, it’s tasty, makes me sleep, and I wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and like a morning-person. Maybe it’ll do the same for you!
For as long as I can remember I’ve had a very complicated relationship with sleep. If I wasn’t sleeping for 13+ hours, I felt exhausted. I went to private school up through the end of 8th grade, which allowed me to sleep until 8 every day, since school didn’t start until 9. When I started high school and had to wake up at 6am, my world started crumbling around me. Every morning I would wake up and throw up within an hour of being out of bed. No doctors could figure out what the hell was wrong with me. The only thing that would keep it from happening was when I could sleep until 9 or 10am. We finally gave up trying to figure out what it was, and decided that it was my body going into shock from lack of sleep. I threw up every single day of my freshman year of college. Sometimes it happened at home before leaving for school, sometimes it was out the car door on my way there, and sometimes it was in the parking lot or bathroom once I got to school. When I got my own car, more often than not I’d skip my first class and drive to the Whole Foods’ parking lot and sleep in the back of my Ford Explorer for an extra two hours. I missed a LOT of school, but somehow managed to graduate with a pretty good GPA. Woo, public school system.
Fast forward to college. I finally learned to manage my sleep schedule and get enough sleep during the week, but on the weekends I’d sleep until 2pm. Waking at noon was early for me. Even so, getting out of bed literally made me feel like I was dying. I’d cry every morning before my 8am classes because I felt so horrible. My body ached, my head hurt, and the idea of having to sit through a lecture was worse than anything else in the world. But I did it. Thankfully, this university had a very strict absence policy, where if you missed more than 4 classes (more than 15 minutes late also qualified as an absence), you failed the class. I didn’t want to waste my parents’ money, so I made it work.
Needless to say, I’ve never been a morning person. I don’t know what it feels like to get up and feel ready to start the day. I don’t know what it feels like to wake up before an alarm, or to be excited to make breakfast and have a leisurely morning getting ready to leave the house for the day. Or not snoozing alarms. Or not setting alarms for when I SHOULD get up, and back up/real alarms for the absolute latest that I CAN get up without being late to wherever I need to go.
That all changed about a month ago.