Remember that old Peggy Lee song?
I've been down in the dumps this week. I had been looking forward to hosting Christmas dinner for my family but it was canceled because of the weather. I didn't finish any of the projects I was doing to prepare for it. I didn't even put up my Christmas tree, which I had been looking forward to since I moved in September.
The good news is that it was easy to get my car out of the snowbank. Our new apartment manager has a snowplow attached to his truck and he's been doing a great job clearing the parking lot. He's the best manager we've had since MLTA bought the place five(?) years ago.
Also, my car has been starting great, even with temps below zero. Now that I've had the struts and the tires replaced, it's as good as my old one on snow and ice.
The main problem I'm having is that I've been binging like crazy. I cooked the 10# ham I bought for my family and I've eaten most of it by myself. I also made a pan of fudge and ate the whole thing myself. My prescriptions run out this month so I have to go in for blood work. My cholesterol was already high six months and my weight was up. It's going to be worse this time.
My doctor doesn't lecture but the nurse who weighs me in and takes my history has this way of giving a look of disgust that she tries to mask as impartiality.
I'm supposed to go to my brother's for "Christmas" on Sunday. It's a 2 hour drive. My other 2 brothers and my mom all live close but the faraway brother refuses to come here. (The canceled get-together that was planned at my place didn't include him and his family.)
It's not so bad that he won't come to see his siblings - none of us are very close. But it pisses me off that he expects Mom to drive down there by herself.
It's almost an hour out of my way to pick her up, which would make it a 3-hour drive for me. I offered to get her but she refused. I'd end up being on the road alone late at night and she says that would worry her too much with possible snow and ice. She's taking an overnight bag so she can stay down there if she's too tired to make the trip twice in one day.
That's all I can come up with to bitch about today. As depressed as I am, it seems like there should be more.