Slacky McSlackerson

Hello, everyone. It’s me again. She of the inconsistent posting. It’s been several weeks since you last heard from me and I know — I just know — you’ve been lost without me.

I, myself, have been a little lost lately.

I’m not sure what the problem is. I’ve just been in this funk on and off for the past couple of weeks. There’s no reason, really, it just keeps pulling me down and I’ve had a hard time shaking it off. As a friend asked today, “What do you possibly have not going for you right now to be upset about?”

And she’s right. Totally and completely right.

I have a good job that I love (even if I’m feeling a bit of pressure from several pending and important projects at the moment). I have plenty of friends — most of whom I can call on whenever and whatever need may arise. I have a mildly dysfunctional but completely lovable family. I have three wonderful children who happen to be furry and four-legged. I have a roof over my head and a car that laughs in the face of snow drifts (it’s more of a chuckle, really, but boy do we love winter driving).

So what’s my problem?

I love the snow and, despite obvious reasons, the cold so I can’t believe I’d have the winter blahs. I will admit that the lack of regular exercise (not counting early morning shoveling) has me feeling less than pleased with myself since I keep eating like I’m going to burn the calories later. And being sick for a good chunk of the past two months hasn’t been fun, either.

I’m usually such an upbeat (though, admittedly, acerbic and sarcastic) person and I’m starting to get more than a little annoyed with the downer I’ve become. I mean, seriously, how much wallowing can one person do?

Really? That much? I guess I’m not as bad off as I thought I was. That’s something, at least. Maybe if I focus on the fact that I’m not nearly as depressed or depressing as I could be it will make me feel better.

I’ll let you know.