I’ve lost my superpower. I used to be able to get by with almost no sleep at all and, now, I’ve turned into an overgrown baby who needs eight hours of shut-eye. For fuck’s sake. Ever since I got into napping and then tried to get eight hours of sleep during the Paleo Challenge, now, I’m a zombie if I don’t get enough sleep.

Which is why I didn’t make it to CrossFit today.

I stayed out till 4 AM and woke up at 11. If I were my former superhuman self, I would have been awake at 6:30 and at the 7:30 CrossFit class. Not so, this lazy fuck. Woke up ever so slowly, then had lunch with my mom. I thought about going to the 4 PM CrossFit but got the attack of the yawns so I took a disco nap and then it was too late (and I was too groggy) to go to the 5:30 and .

Fucking hell.

The truth is that this lethargy probably has nothing to do with my being cured of insomnia. It’s most likely that I still have it but my body is overriding the affliction, forcing a system shutdown as it tries to digest all the food I’ve been ingesting since Thanksgiving. (No, Filipinos don’t celebrate Thanksgiving but I did get invited to a two-turkey dinner – yes, TWO – at a Filipino-American household last week.)

Chris Stolk carves up one of the two turkeys he prepared last Thanksgiving. His smoked turkey is one of the best, most succulent turkeys I’ve ever had.

I believe it’s called a “food coma”.

And yet here I go again, off to another dinner… Godalmighty.

And December’s just begun.