HIDE your face (kyonomiko) wrote,
HIDE your face
kyonomiko

:(

So I don't really like Christmas. Call me Scroogy Mc.Scroogepants, but I don't look forward to it. If it's a time for family, I missed that boat. Everyone in my family is too spread out. I don't feel like I have anything in common with most of them anyway, so really.. it's just a time of stress for me where I feel obligated to try and buy gifts for people I don't feel connected to that I only see a few times a year.. and for the ones that I do see often, I rarely have some amazing epiphany about what I should get them. I ran out in a panic to try to find somthing for Matt's parents today. His dad isn't travelling down, but his mom is, and I wanted to get them each somthing to open. Matt's going back to work today, so I've been shopping all by myself. It's like this magical time if the year where you are supposed to feel... somthing... and I don't feel anything :/

I know some of you really hate Family Guy, but there's a christmas episode where the mom says somthing like "You think Christmas cheer just happens??? It comes out of my holly jolly ass!"
I don't decorate the house really, and we don't have family over, so I can't say it's really the same at all, but at the same time, I totally understand this. We don't have the tree up this year because it's just too depressing for me to think about putting it up all by myself. We used to put it up together with mom and my brothers, but as we got older, there were fewer and fewer people that helped decorate. Now that I'm married and in our own place.. if I want a tree, I have to put it all together all by myself. The last time I did it, I just felt so depressed. This year I just didn't put it up.. and I almost felt like I had to because family was coming up to visit.

Mom wasn't able to make it up this year, so I decided if it was just going to be three of us, I wasn't going to put the tree up.
Since I'm still swimming in extra christmas lights from when we got married, I was thinking about breaking some moer of them out and stringing them up around the place, but I just don't feel like it.

I got a package in from Mom yesterday with baklava and some chocolate-dipped coconut macaroons and cookies, etc. It was awesome. Matt doesn't like coconut, so the macaroons are all mine! I was telling my gym partner about how excited I was that the Christmas goodies had come in, etc, when one of the trainers is like "OH NO YOU CAN'T EAT THAT" :/
She's also the one that's said "It's no wonder you arn't losing any weight here because you go home and sit on the couch. You're a housewife. You won't lose any weight here."
Once a year, we'd have baklava and home made fudge and all sorts of christmas goodies. It was the one day a year we were told we could pig out on sweets and have a great time not eating real food. Does she think I just buy boxes of godaiva and sit on the couch moaning and rolling arund in melted chocolate? I know this stuff is not good for me. I didn't exactly bust open the box and eat it all at once.. goddamn. I already feel like a pig like.. all the time already. I want my little box of christmas cheer and familial nostalgia without people making me feel like shit about it.

Last year, my grandparents gave my brother& I home made christmas cookies. It was also awesome, but as soon as my dad saw me taking them to the car, he told me to throw them away as soon as I got to the hotel.

Seriously.. my life is fucked up enough already. I don't need this. Delicious food is made to be eaten, and while I have a problem with my weight that is no small secret (fatjokelol) people must think I just go home and sit in the closet sucking down sticks of butter. Really, Let me be happy about the ONE time a year I get home made cookies. I don't go out to the store and just buy packages of cookies.
Let me be happy about the ONE time a year I get baklava. I don't care if it's just butter and sugar and carbs. I don't eat baklava ANY OTHER TIME.
I want to be able to enjoy these little things while I still have the time. I already never see my family. I don't want people giving me shit about enjoying these little things while everyone is still alive.

More and more, I feel like finding out what that woman's work schedule is and making sure I don't show up when she is there. I'm not lying to myself saying I will ever have a nice body again, but if I come away from the gym feeling like shit, I'm not going to want to go back. And really, what's worse for me?
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 10 comments