2008-01-07
TGINC (Thank God it's not Christmas)
For the first time ever in my life, I am not depressed that Christmas is over. I could have thrown the tree out the door, complete with lights and decorations. It was not good.
Granted there were really nice moments, but when your boyfriend turns into SuperAsshole at his mother’s on Christmas Eve, so badly that the evening culminates with the rest of the family leaving early, his kids barely speaking to him, and me telling him what a fucking asshole he is, it’s easy to get over the holidays.
We didn’t speak the whole way home. When we got home he announced he was going to bed. I told him I wasn’t. It was 9:30 and Christmas Eve, why would I want to go to bed? I never did go to bed. I slept on the recliner in front of the tree. It was very nice. I barely talked to him Christmas morning, his kids came over, and after we opened presents I left to go to my nieces. I had a nice time there, but really it was kind of a blah holiday. We did talk things out Christmas night, but the damage was done and really, I’m still feeling it. He’s been especially crabby lately and I’m tired of taking the brunt of it.
It isn’t surprising that I spent a lot of time in binge/purge mode. I am proud to say though that Friday night we gave away all the cookie leftovers and on Saturday I threw away all the leftover fudge. Yesterday turned out to be the best day I’ve had in a long time.
I did get what I wanted for Christmas from M, but only because I went and got it myself. I am now the happy owner of a P0lar F6 heart monitor and I’ve been working out every day. I bought a pair of jeans before Christmas at the Salvation Army and they zipped, but were not comfortable. Too tight in the waist and thighs. Despite gaining about 8 ½ pounds in the last two weeks, the jeans fit perfectly today and are very comfortable. This is the basis for my only New Year’s resolution - Fuck the Scale. I’m heavier, not fatter. Take that you little piece of judgmental needled shit!
So now I’m back at work, back in the groove, as much of a groove as I can muster. It’s ok, it’s just a little over 6 months before our summer schedule starts ….