This morning I found out how long I can do IF (Intermittent Fasting) along with sleep deprivation before I go totally brain-dead.
It happened at about 8AM this morning.
I ate my dinner last night at 630PM, so my food cut-off was at 7P. I'd been having fruit cravings in response to a bit of work stress, but I know it wasn't real hunger, so I got past it. (Thank you, Ganesha, or anyone else who was involved.)
Instead of having my Bulletproof Tea this morning, I got up and walked four miles, ending up at the gym so I could get on the scale. I was down two pounds from February 28, which is an awesome validation of my Paleo/Low-carb/High-fat (no sugar, no gluten, no grains, no legumes and no dairy---aside from grassfed, full fat butter) food plan.
So at this point it had been nearly 11 hours since I ate, and I was going on about 4 hours of sleep, with a deficit going on the whole week. I got distracted with my Iphone apps on BART and got off at 24th Street, instead of 16th Street. OK, fine. All I had to do was get on the train going the other way...but all of a sudden I had no idea which way that was. I felt completely disoriented, and when I did get on a train it was the wrong one and I ended up at Glen Park. (Another stop in the wrong direction.)
With the weekend schedule it would be at least 20 minutes before another train came and I was feeling too freaked out and hungry and claustrophobic to hang out and wait. I came out of the station into the sunshine
but realized there was no cab likely to be passing by.
I had downloaded the Uber App, thinking someday I'd need it to get to the airport if I had to work a shift that started before BART hours. I hit the app and bingo. It knew where I was, and immediately told me a car was on the way, and the name of my driver. I was able to watch his progress toward me and he arrived right on schedule.
Byron was lovely and got me home in a timely fashion. SO YAY UBER. They were right there and probably cheaper than a cab.
The only thing is...I shouldn't have been in that position in the first place. I felt like I did when I was a practicing alcoholic and I'd call mom and dad to come pick me up so I wouldn't be driving drunk. I always talk about how God Protects Drunks and Fools, but I'm 50 years old, and I shouldn't be letting my blood sugar get that low or managing sleep so badly that I'm staggering around like the drunk that I'm not anymore.
Interestingly, I had a meeting with my OA sponsor today to work on my First Step, and one of the thinks I'd highlighted as a discussion point in the OA 12 & 12 was this line: We never grew up.
But thank you Uber for saving my sorry ass.
Definitely worth signing up, so if you haven't yet, and you do use the code, I'd really appreciate it.