Sorry about the lack of posting last night. I worked 60 hours this week and have been an unstable ball of stress for the past few days! My company has been sponsoring a big banking conference, which means I’ve been busy schmoozing bankers for the past two days.
The annual event brings across a lot of international issuers and investors, so the agenda is packed full of events close to the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Last night we went on a sunset tour through Taronga Zoo, while it was closed to the public. I think there’s a big misconception about Australia and its animals – foreigners tend to assume that they’re running all over the place. In reality, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen a kangaroo outside of a zoo and I’ve never seen a koala in the wild. Rob has never even seen a kangaroo in the entire four years he’s lived here!
The conference ran from 9am until 11pm both days. Of course, I had to get in to the office even earlier each day to do other work beforehand. So it meant that I was waking up at 5.30am to go the gym and not getting to bed until close to midnight. While I got all my weight workouts in as normal, I did slack a bit on the cardio. Well, I guess you can’t really call it slacking when I didn’t have a spare moment to myself all week!
I was very proud of myself for sticking to my diet perfectly. I ate lots of chicken out of my purse, despite the never-ending parade of desserts and alcohol. I really don’t care what these bankers think, and I think that’s why I’m their favourite journo (their words, not mine)! Of course I was having to explain myself over and over again about why I was eating out of my purse, but I actually received quite a few positive responses for once.
When I finally crawled into bed last night, I was extremely exhausted. Being up for 18 hours straight while sweet-talking men who think very highly of themselves is really hard work. Rob sensibly convinced me to sleep in and skip the gym this morning – which I never do. I’m thankful that I went after work instead, although it did mean I skipped my cardio again.
I think getting at least eight hours sleep a night is so important for everyone. Often when I’m at events like this, the issue of sleep is brought up and bankers actually brag about how little sleep they get – most seem to average around four hours a night. I could not handle living off such a tiny amount of shut eye! I’m never ashamed when I proudly tell them I always get eight hours, and even more on the weekends. Sleep is so important for your body to recover (not just from working out!) and it also regulates your appetite.
I should also mention that at events with lots of ‘professionals’ like these, at least 90 per cent of the people in the room are overweight. That’s quite a large proportion compared to the outside world. All these conferences serve a ridiculous amount of food – breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, pre-dinner canapes, dinner…. Don’t get me wrong, I eat seven times a day, but not in gigantic portions. Maybe if these people actually exercised and stopped overeating they would learn the value of sleep.
How many hours of sleep do you need to function properly?