So for many, many, many years, my dad and I would refer to our mid-winter malaise as The Februarys. We both got ‘em, there wasn’t much we could do about them, and being the stoic Irish folk we were, we would endure.
In recent years, I’ve been too busy to get the Februarys–last year had its own problems, but I was engrossed with moving and renovating and dealing with some pesky grief issues. Year before that we were working up to close on the house.
But this year? With the recession and job stress and all?
I *just* realized, Dim Bulb that I am, that I have the Februarys. Luckily, the darn month is over next week. Yay.
Meanwhile, I’ve got to go drag my ass to the gym so I can relieve some stress I probably wouldn’t like to know I’m carrying. Le sigh.
[I'd ask you what you to do relieve stress, but I'd probably just get depresseder that I don't have chocolate, am too fat anyway, don't have money to buy a treat, don't have time or money to get pampered, don't have energy for anything but the mopage, and screw you, I'm more miserable than that anyway.]
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I think I get the Februarys, too, though they last through part of March, usually. I just feel totally–blah, like I want to lie in bed all day and stare at soap operas. I just have to push through it. But I will, and so will you.
Totally understand and hence my SAD light. Only I haven’t put it up yet this year. The snow up here is keeping things light – I’m more afraid of March this year because I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And honey, take a picture beside me and you aren’t fat. Just saying. I think I manage to help many of my friends that way
CindyS
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