Life in Dishes

At least once a month, for reasons beyond, my control I experience a dramatic shift in my mood. My hormones regularly throw me into familiar and unwelcome states of being: insecurity, doubt, melancholy, woe, apprehension. I’m plagued by the most unreasonable and unsubstantiated thoughts. I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’ll never amount to anything, I’m such a loser. I suck at parenting. My friends don’t really like me. Does my husband even love me? My parents must be so disappointed. No need to plan an intervention! Thankfully, I’m aware of the cause and I know when these feelings begin to sprout that they’re just feelings. None of it is true.That being…

Today, I resumed my A.M. workouts. I took a holiday hiatus from the routine. And as a result found it impossible to get up the last two days. But today was different. I had to get back into the gym. Apparently, a wide assortment of New Year’s Resolution makers felt the same way. It was overrun with new faces. Usually, at 6:45 a.m. the athletic center is pretty vacant. There’s me and the guy in the white sleeveless shirt. He runs on his treadmill for 5 minutes at a time, then disappears to do some strength training, I suppose. Then, he’s back on the treadmill pounding it out. Then, there’s…

Christmas is about Jesus, the baby Jesus’ birth to be exact. So why does everyone get into a tizzy shopping for gifts? Why did my daughter’s day care teacher confront me about the lack of gifts given unto her by the parents? I am not a gift giver. My gift to that day care is faithfully paying “tuition” once a week. Besides, I don’t generally make a list of Christmas gifts to distribute to people I believe to have been good all year. I try to show appreciation throughout the year in small ways. And this is not the economy to drop blatant hints about gifts. Although she has since…