a good hard days work (whether mental or physical or both) and no alcohol. Instant sleep. Drives my partner crazy. And if i'm inside a better weight range the snoring tends to bugger off as well. I have some adjusting to do though - about to move from our rural ideal into town. With people and all that entails. Ergh.
But i reckon it all boils down to routine. Whatever your brain is trained for, whether its a walk every morning, to set food times, or unloading all your problems onto a doll that you put under your pillow to stop it escaping and killing everyone from the madness so you can get a good nights sleep. Stuff up that routine with a few drinks necessitating a trip or two to the john or you forget where you put your worry doll and then have issues sleeping with the feeling its hiding in that dark spot just over there in the corner and was that the sound of a knife being pulled out of the knife block? . . . . and the routine goes out the window
I, of course, sleep like a baby, and I go for a cool room, an open window and a breathing, almost meditation I suppose, routine to keep the crud out of my thoughts. Out in minutes.
Look that's all very well but the traditionalists would demand nothing less than Garra Rufa eating the dead skin off of feet whilst in abath. BTW don't do the fish pedicure thing to difficult to sanitise the fish between treatments.
a good hard days work (whether mental or physical or both) and no alcohol. Instant sleep. Drives my partner crazy. And if i'm inside a better weight range the snoring tends to bugger off as well. I have some adjusting to do though - about to move from our rural ideal into town. With people and all that entails. Ergh.
But i reckon it all boils down to routine. Whatever your brain is trained for, whether its a walk every morning, to set food times, or unloading all your problems onto a doll that you put under your pillow to stop it escaping and killing everyone from the madness so you can get a good nights sleep. Stuff up that routine with a few drinks necessitating a trip or two to the john or you forget where you put your worry doll and then have issues sleeping with the feeling its hiding in that dark spot just over there in the corner and was that the sound of a knife being pulled out of the knife block? . . . . and the routine goes out the window
One crazy trick- lock the toddler's bedroom door (speaking on behalf of a concerned citizen who wishes they'd done this last night)
To be clear: this is humour (or attempted humour), don't call child services on me.
It appears to be akin to something like this https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/a-hot-drink-on-a-hot-day-can-cool-you-down-1338875/, except it also appears that hot days/nights aren't going to provide the right effect.
I, of course, sleep like a baby, and I go for a cool room, an open window and a breathing, almost meditation I suppose, routine to keep the crud out of my thoughts. Out in minutes.
Yeah i usually find that just thinking about breathing and nothing else will knock me out.
Look that's all very well but the traditionalists would demand nothing less than Garra Rufa eating the dead skin off of feet whilst in abath. BTW don't do the fish pedicure thing to difficult to sanitise the fish between treatments.
Bleach cures all ills.
If I wanted to heat my feet, I'd walk out to the bins barefoot.