I’m trying hard not to feel sorry for myself tonight. It’s just a funk that came over me as I watched My Guy leave with Moops; on the way to drop her at Brownies, and then he was off to a rehearsal. I had stuff to do tonight, yes, but some crazy-ass blue mood descended over top of me and dropped like a lead balloon. I dragged my feet to the store, literally…my coat fit funny and then I looked down when a gust of wind blew and saw my gut clearly outlined- as if I was pregnant. It was that big…sigh…but of course no happy ball ‘o baby in there, just some excess uh, adipose tissue. Yeah, right.
I tell myself it’s the weather. We had this teaser of sun last weekend. I got some colour and we lazed in the back garden after an awesome long urban bike ride. It was warm enough to be without a sweater and My Guy even dozed off on the grass…pure heaven. Then the rain came back. It’s a crappy excuse though because hey, I live on the Wet Coast. I know this is the weather we have. It doesn’t mean I have to LOVE it though. I try to tell myself I’m allowed to be in a funk if I want to be. Rumour has it the sun will come back, hopefully for the weekend and I can get back on my bike and feel alive once more.
I dread going to the gym these days. It’s only because the thought of being inside a hot, stuffy room with a bunch of whirling and thumping machines doesn’t appeal to me at all. But can I lose these extra pounds on the bike alone? Can I do it? Am I making lame-ass excuses again? I just want to be outside. In the warm air…
It’s just one of those days…it too shall pass. Tomorrow I’ll wake up loving life once more and excited to see what the day will bring.
I thought of another reason for my funk. Aslan, one of our cats, was ill (but on the mend). He’s never 100% due to the fact he’s a diabetic and has pancreatitis…but he had an attack (of pancreatitis) over the weekend and it really scared me. I was so thankful I worked in the industry and could bring him to the hospital; that I could watch him and had people I *knew* and trusted looking after him. My Guy and I were so worried because everything Aslan is – annoyingly cute, a brat, begger of food – he was not over the past 3 days. He was listless, his eyes were blank and staring. He also wasn’t eating. My heart broke because he can’t tell me where it ‘hurts’…perhaps it’s silly to be so attached to an animal- some might say. I say, screw them. He’s on the mend- and the difference is amazing…although the outcome is GOOD now, the anxiety and tension that was built up in my body has now erupted…and I’m drained.
But I digress. Perhaps I’ll retire to bed with a book and wait for this funk to pass.
Sleep tight.












