SHOULD I watch “Project Hail Mary” again? It seems like I slept through most of the movie.
Sleepiness is my gauge for ranking a movie as good or bad. If I remain awake, that means it’s good. If I fall asleep, it’s bad. But “Project Hail Mary” is supposed to be a good movie — so why was I sleeping? Still, during the times when I was awake, it had scenes that made me cry. I actually needed tissues to wipe the tears off my face — that kind of crying. That’s why I now want to watch it again, not because I want to cry again, but because I’m curious.
I guess I should add another gauge for ranking movies: if it awakens my emotions — makes me cry, laugh, feel sad or happy — then it’s good.
Watching movies has become my weekly Artist’s Date. That’s the second piece of advice from Julia Cameron for curing writer’s block. The first is the daily Morning Pages — three handwritten pages done upon waking.
On March 17, I slept at 9:30 p.m. When I woke up, it was still dark, but I felt so rested that I thought it was already dawn — only to discover it was just 10:15 p.m. I went back to sleep and woke up again at 12:56 a.m., but I couldn’t fall asleep anymore. Somehow, I did manage to sleep again, because I woke up once more at 4:05 a.m., then slept again and woke up at 5:52 a.m.
That’s an asleep-awake cycle that happened four times. I started to wonder if this was a side effect of the carnivore diet.
Seventeen happens to be my favorite number. Hmm.
But my dilemma was this: When should I write the Morning Pages? At 10:15 p.m.? 12:56 a.m.? 4:05 a.m.? By 5:52 a.m., I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping anymore, especially since I had to prepare for the gym. So finally, it was time for the Morning Pages.
In case you haven’t noticed, I sleep when I shouldn’t — while watching a movie that’s supposed to be worth watching. And I can’t sleep when I should — during the hours from 9 p.m. to 5 or 6 a.m.
I’ve been noting down anything and everything related to my health since January 2021, when I had that pandemic high-blood-pressure episode — the result of eating and drinking too much while staying home during the lockdowns. That’s when I ballooned to 180 pounds.
That’s why I know the time I went to sleep, the time I woke up, what I ate that day, how much I weighed, my body fat percentage, muscle mass, blood pressure, my body’s reaction to particular food items, and what — and who — is toxic or not.
And surely my Big Bite food intake this year will be in my notes, too.
Last year’s Big Bite at Centrio Mall derailed my “nth” carnivore attempt — no thanks to my FOMO (fear of missing out). Its high-carb goodies were simply too yummy to resist. Besides, it’s only once a year and lasts for about a week. After that, I could always go back to being a carnivore. Oh. Not. For that year, anyway.
Big Bite is back, and this time I’m definitely going for the meat dishes and will ignore the high-carb ones. Fingers crossed. Wish me all the luck in the world.
