Jan
7
Friday once again, and not soon enough. This first week back after holidays has been a busy one, and not a great one.
I confess:
- …that the new year has sucked pretty hard so far, for various reasons, and especially for BDH. Yesterday was the pinnacle of the suckiness so far. Not our best day so far in 2011. Surely it’s going to get better. Right?
- …that I’ve been feeling fairly bitter and frustrated and not very gracious this week. Life happens, and you are supposed to roll with it, but it has been a challenge to do so this week.
- …that it took all of, what, 4 days before I fell off the healthy eating wagon? That THUD you heard yesterday was me, falling off the wagon, and I drowned my sorrows in snack food.
- …that I have started making some of the recipes from my new slow cooker cookbook. So far, making turkey stock was a definite WIN. Today’s recipe theoretically should be a win, based on the ingredients, but right now is looking like a major FAIL as 1) I started cooking late because of a morning appointment with Stinkerbelle’s developmental worker, and 2) I was unable to fit all the ingredients into my crock pot. So, we’ll see. It may turn out fine, or go horribly terribly wrong.
- …that I have organized a play date next week with friends that I am really looking forward to. Just to sit and chat with a friend sounds like the best way in the world to spend a couple of hours right now.
- …that I am having a hard time rationalizing the fact that I have about 10 bananas in the freezer and chocolate chips in my cupboard that are crying out to me to make a banana bread with my new attempts at eating better and less.
- …that I have yet to work on my first knitting project for my 11 in 2011 challenge because of the busy and the suck so far this year.
- …that I wish I was not such a terrible housekeeper. I had to clean for our developmental appointment today, and, now that it’s done, sitting here in a clean(-ish) bright playroom is really kind of nice. If only I had the whatever-it-takes to keep a tidy uncluttered house, I think I’d be more relaxed and happy more often.
- …that I have gotten up early to exercise all week and while the not sleeping part sucks, it has given me more energy. So, while I have huge dark circles under my eyes like a raccoon, at least I am a more energetic raccoon.
- …that I should take Stinkerbelle outside for a walk today, but I am just not feeling it. I’d rather just stay inside and warm. I even bailed on a trip to the grocery store because I just feel the need to hibernate.
Oh dear. Days like this (weeks like this) warrant hibernation under the covers and comfort food (calories be damned!). Thank goodness it’s Friday and you and BDH have the weekend to re-energize. See if you can’t treat yourselves to something special.
((HUGS))
Ohhh, sucky weeks are, well…sucky. I’m sorry it’s been sucky. Wish I could do something to make your week less sucky.
More energetic raccoons are funny to watch.
If you want to feel motivated, or guilted, into eating better, watch some documentaries like Food Matters, and Simply Raw, and Food Inc.
It’s so gross, but always motivates me to ‘STEP AWAY FROM THE JUNK!’
HUGS!
I second the motion from Hazel that you do something special this weekend.
I second the call to watching Food Inc. That’s what started me down my own food journey to better health. That movie scared the crap out of me. Literally.
And as for housecleaning — I’m one of those who keep it clean; I’ll let you in on a little secret: we’re not happier overall. It’s an emotional need we’re having met by keeping things clean….and when clean isn’t do-able, mental health suffers. Your own personal standard may be exactly what you need.
Staying inside hibernating is delightful….hope the weekend is much better than the sucky suckertong of a week you guys had.
Well, in my opinion, the new year always sucks because it starts in January. JANUARY, people. It’s a horrid month. I say the Ethiopians have the right idea, and the new year should start in September.
Also, don’t feel bad about your resolution biting the dust. One week into January, TWO of mine are history. Ah well, hope springs eternal and all that.