A bit of a ramble
I'm feeling quite depressed today. I don't know if it's because the Easter holidays are coming to a close, and I have to go back to work on Tuesday, or if it's because my baby boy turns 16 on Tuesday and he's, well, not my baby boy any more. Or it could be that my Mum has gone into hospital again as she is still sick, and when I spoke to her this afternoon she wasn't nearly as upbeat as she has been in the past. I'm kind of worried about my Dad too, as they've been married nearly 60 years, and he won't know what to do with himself when she goes. Or it could be that I'm depressed about my weight and my lack of motivation to do anything about it except comfort eat.
To take my points in order:
1. Easter holidays only ever last two weeks. I should just suck it up.
2. Stephen was always going to grow up. I should just suck it up.
3. Mum and Dad won't always be here - they are 78 and 82 respectively. You're born, you live, you die. I haven't been that close to them for the last 35 years. I should just suck it up.
4. I've been moaning about my weight for the last 16 years. I'd suck it up, but that's kind of the problem, if you get my drift.
However, telling myself I should just suck it up is easier said than done.
Ramble over.
To take my points in order:
1. Easter holidays only ever last two weeks. I should just suck it up.
2. Stephen was always going to grow up. I should just suck it up.
3. Mum and Dad won't always be here - they are 78 and 82 respectively. You're born, you live, you die. I haven't been that close to them for the last 35 years. I should just suck it up.
4. I've been moaning about my weight for the last 16 years. I'd suck it up, but that's kind of the problem, if you get my drift.
However, telling myself I should just suck it up is easier said than done.
Ramble over.