I hate this time of the year

I hate Christmas. I hate the forced scurrying around, the fake happiness, the pressure to do all the Christmas-y things.

Or maybe what I really hate is not being in a family situation where Christmas-y things are expected and get done. Because I love Christmas lights, Christmas cards, Christmas parties. I love Midnight Mass, getting my picture taken with Santa, cookie exchanges, and going caroling.

But I married somebody with no family traditions, and no interest in establishing them.

If he really loved me, he would understand how I feel about Christmas lights. If he really loved me, when I tell him that I am depressed about Christmas, instead of telling me that I should just deal with it, he would understand that what I need him to do is go hang some Christmas lights.

Just needed to get that off my chest. Sigh.

Consistency is everything

Ok, figured out that I need to make myself do this everyday. Just like running! And what am I whining about, it's not that hard. Easier than journaling even.

Yesterday I did my weights. Today I ran on the treadmill. Not keeping up well with the diet but it's not a great time of the year for that anyway.

Ordered my holiday greeting cards. Resolution to make myself feel less depressed this holiday, more in tune with the season: do one Christmas-y thing each day. So today was ordering holiday cards. Hooray for me.