Sleep? Who needs sleep?

So, I have been on "the pill" for 9 days now. When I started it last Friday, I felt okay. After a day or two I noticed that I was very tired all the time. So naturally I went to bed earlier...and earlier and earlier. One night this past week I was in bed almost sleep by 8:00. I would wake up in the morning just as tired as when I went to bed.

I didn't know what to think. Should I blame the new meds? Does this have to do with the time change and it being dark so much earlier? Am I slipping back into a depression? Is it because my diet has become really crappy again?

Did I mention that I hadn't been to the gym consistently in just over three weeks? And at that I had only been once in said three weeks. Thursday morning I made sure that I had everything I needed to be able to head to the gym right after work. When I got there, I realized that I didn't have my earbuds with me and was sooo close to just pulling back out of the parking lot (I hadn't even got out of the car).

I made myself get out of the car and go in. I really needed to get back on my training for a race I want to run. My mind wasn't in it, and told me to just ride the recumbent bike. So I gave in and used the bike for a whopping 17 minutes (after a five minute warm-up on the treadmill). My head just wasn't in the game.

As I was walking back toward the locker room, I had to walk past the treadmills. Something in my mind made me turn to the right and head to a dreadmill instead of staying the course toward the locker room. Short story made longer, I completed a training session (using an app on the phone).

That night and Friday night, I was wide awake until 10:30. I forced myself to go to bed in which sleep came pretty quickly once I was laying down. The most surprising part of all is that I was awake and ready to go by 6:30 Friday and Saturday (today), which never happens.

So my "extreme lethargy" cannot be blamed on my new medicine. But probably mostly on getting too much sleep, not enough exercise, and maybe a tad bit of depression. Let's face it, each month that passes without life growing in my body is a sad thing for me...even though I know I am doing the right thing for my body by not pursuing fertility treatments this month and last. As much as I hate having this stupid cyst, I am glad I don't have to worry about all the appointments, medicines at certain times, the stress of worrying if it took, and about the money.