Over the years, I realized several problems that made it hard for me to sleep.
Problem 1: Coke.
|No, not that kind.|
|Curse you, you caramel-colored temptress.|
Solution: No soft drinks after lunch.
Problem 2: Mobility.One day in college, I spent the night on a tiny section of a couch in a lounge at my coed fraternity (long story). Unexpectedly, I slept like a rock. Forcing myself to sleep in one position seemed to force me to go to sleep.
Solution: Pick a comfortable position and keep still.
|Even so, I wasn’t horribly successful.|
In graduate school, I rented a studio in Pittsburgh, which had no thermostat. It got really hot in winter and I took to sleeping naked. I soon realized that I felt more comfortable without loose-fitting pajamas that twisted around me when I moved.
Yes, the graphic is to scale.
When I married, sleeping got easier for me (since I didn’t have room to toss and turn on the bed). However, my wife found it harder to get to sleep. I was an incredibly light sleeper, so she’d have to lie rigidly still.
There was also another problem.
More on this tomorrow.