“Sleep is for the weak,” I would mutter to myself as I dragged my tired limbs out of bed at 5 a.m. I knew that if I let myself drift off again, I would risk missing my alarm altogether and waking up in a panic four hours later.
Summoning the willpower to wake up early has never been difficult for me. Getting enough sleep, though? Virtually impossible. Despite the carefully thought-out sleep schedules crafted for me by my lovely mother when I was a child and adult promises of going to bed on the weekends, none of it stuck. Don’t even get me started on university and my wildly irregular routine. If the work got done, I decided, none of the rest mattered.
Now that I’ve gotten older and my frontal lobe has fully matured, I realize this nocturnal pattern is something I need to fix—fast. Not getting enough sleep has been connected to enough health issues that they would fit on a CVS receipt (think diabetes, cardiovascular disease, and low immune function, to name a few).
Shortly after turning 25, I set myself a challenge: I would go to bed at 9 p.m. every day for a week to see if I could develop a healthy circadian rhythm that worked for rather than against me. All the while I’d track my wellness stats—like sleep quality and daily “readiness”—with an Oura ring.
Here’s how it went:
Days one to three
My experiment began on a Thursday. I cruised through the 9 to 5 and followed it up by attending a lovely work dinner, sensibly heading home straight after. I have a simple and consistent nighttime skincare routine, and by the time I’d finished, it was almost 9 p.m., so I dutifully hopped into bed.
While my mind had got the memo, my body was clearly confused. After much tossing, turning, sitting up and humming to Role Model, I eventually drifted off. Come the morning, my Oura ring told me I hadn’t begun to fall asleep until 11:37 p.m.—ack!—well after I’d gotten into bed. Fortunately, my sleep score was an impressive 96, which meant that once I was asleep, it was restful. Plus, I was out for seven hours. A win is a win.
Day two followed the same pattern, only ever so slightly less successful. It was midnight by the time I actually drifted off, and my sleep efficiency dipped to 91. It was clear that my chaotic circadian rhythm wanted to stay put.
#Reset #Circadian #Rhythm #Week
