October 9, 2006 at 1:16 pm
I can tell winter is approaching because more and more I have to fight the urge to hibernate in the ice cream freezer at the grocery store. The polar bears on the Klondike bars can be my fuzzy pillows and Ben & Jerry will keep be company as I snooze until March. Right at this moment I’d like nothing more than to unplug the treadmill and curl up in bed until the hummingbirds come back to town.
I know it’s been shown that we eat more in the fall and winter, so I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. Lately the blogosphere has been more like the blah-gosphere. I think from now until the end of the year it’s going to be harder going until we get the spat of newly motivated losers in January. Funny to think next year’s new weight-loss bloggers are about to go on a holiday eating binge which will trigger them to start their blogs in January. I am a prophet! Too bad my abilities don’t extend to the stock market, or at least the plot lines of my favorite TV shows. I hate waiting a week for new episodes. If only I could see who will win “Project Runway” or what the deal was with those polar bears on season 1 of “Lost.” Do they have anything to do with Klondike bars? Perhaps the Others are part of a secret ice cream research station.
To fight the “blahs” I think I’ll make myself try some new recipes. I had dinner at my brother’s the other night and he made a tasty pork dish with spices and chili-ready diced tomatoes that was really good. Yes, my brother can cook without using a phone! Ladies, he’s a real catch. You can find him on Yahoo! Personals. It reminded me that I tend to get in a food rut, knowing what foods are “good” or “safe” for me so I neglect to try new things. Just experimenting with new spices can change the flavor of a dish.
Yesterday was also difficult because while nothing overwhelming bad happened, five or six kind of bad things happened, making me feel down. My DVD burner died on me and my car had problems starting again even though I took it to the dealer and had them “fix” that. I got stuck behind some drivers who should probably paint the words “Student Driver” on the side of their cars for their own protection since I’m less likely to bludgeon someone if I think they’re new and not just incompetent. Then I went to a local clothing sale and got stuck behind two women, one who was buying half the store and another who was buying the other half of the store and paying by check which the cashier had to call to verify. It looked like these women had dumped their laundry all over the counter. All this while the scanners were being used to do inventory so the cashiers had to enter tag numbers by hand. Aaaagh! Shopping is supposed to be fun, not aggravating.
Also, the fact that one woman was spending $432 on clothes irked me more than it should have because 1) that’s more than my brother’s rent and 2) I have to stick to a budget which doesn’t include such indulgences. I tell myself that if you make enough money to afford to do that, that’s great and I shouldn’t be bitter towards people who can spend that much. But the other side of my mind goes into a middle-class, underpaid rage!! Grrrr!! PastaQueen smash!! All my machines are breaking and you’re spending more than my monthly grocery bill on a purse!
To top it off no one told me it was going to be in the 70’s all day, so the sweater I was wearing became a bad feeling amplifier. The only thing worse then being frustrated is being frustrated and hot. I started to feel depressed and though I realized my brain chemistry was probably just a little off and in need of some more serotonin or other multiple-syllable esoteric chemical name, I still felt bummed. It did make me grateful that I don’t suffer from clinical depression because going around like that constantly would be an insufferable state that even a hot tub full of Cherry Garcia couldn’t cure.
I’m feeling better today, but if you see me taking a nap in your local freezer section, feel free to disentangle me from the pillow of whipped cream I’m sleeping in.