I am lazy
I don’t so much blog anymore, but occasionally I will twitter.
I think I inadvertently might have sent some family members here. Maybe it was on purpose. It doesn’t really matter since I don’t update here anymore. I guess, I am no longer “a blogger.”
I am fat again. Oh. mah. Gawd. It’s gross. Of course I sit on my fat butt all the time so what do you expect? What do *I* expect? I’m thinking of trying out kickboxing-style workouts. With a real life bag and gloves, not that stupid “shadowboxing/dancing” crap I am too uncoordinated to follow.
I took a health assessment at work (free $50 gift card!) and at the end I was told, in red letters no less, “PLEASE SEEK HELP IMMEDIATELY FOR YOUR DEPRESSION!!”
*head jerks up*
Excuse me?
I wasn’t aware I was depressed. I mean, sure, it’s been a crappy couple weeks, feeling like I’m totally sucking at life. My ‘customers’ at work had little good to say about a project I worked very hard on. Worse - I felt like I had done my very best, had done a great job in fact, until I heard from them otherwise. I felt like a failure. Then I spend an afternoon in a meeting where I was screamed at for what was, to quote, “…just how I *feel*, even though it may not actually be the reality.”
My parenting is being called on the carpet - by the school, and my son’s seemingly inability to understand school assignments are not a choice they are a requirement. How, in a decade of parenting, have I failed to get this through to him?
Depressed? No. Run down, and even a little bored by the rigor of it all - sure. But only very recently for a short period and honestly not anymore. I had a couple bad days, a few mood swings, and now I have perspective on it and - Hello. I’m not a failure in either regard. I’m not saying my mood wouldn’t be perked right up if I were able to shed 25 pounds in the next day, though. By no means am I out on a ledge or anything either.
