This weekend started out smashingly (pun intended) with a car accident. I’m fine. My car is not. The promised blizzard brought with it icy roads and took my fender. I don’t have the final estimate back, but it sounds like the damage will be enough that the car will be totaled. So, I guess I’m car shopping this week. When I bought my car 8 years ago, it was the most fuel-efficient vehicle available at the time. It is still one of the most efficient on the road, but it was a non-plug hybrid. So, now I’m deciding whether to get a standard hybrid that will be comparable but not better, a plug-in that will get much better mileage but might be inconvenient, or a diesel. And that’s how I’ll spend my winter break/birthday.
Then there were the holidays, full of motherly guilt (“you want potatoes, don’t you? Have potatoes. You don’t want ANY toast? What about french toast?”) and awkward family moments.
And now I’m back home, where I got about an hour to myself before my roommate came home. I didn’t have access to a scale this weekend, but preliminary results show a slight gain. I’m ok with that, because it still puts me below where I started, and my goal for the holiday was really just to slow the gain. This week is vacation for me, and vacation means much better control over what I eat and time to prepare for the new year.
I don’t really do “new year’s resolutions” because if I muck them up by January 3, I just want to quit. What I do do, is feel so gross by the end of the holidays that it doesn’t even take effort to clean up my habits.
So, I’m sitting here with a kitty on my lap (who is very glad her lonely weekend is over), looking at my tree and thinking about what to have for breakfast. (Eggs, I think.) This year isn’t ending on the brightest note for me, but it’s not totally sour either. It’s a good year for a new year, and I’m looking forward to seeing what it brings. No, actually, I’m looking forward to seeing what I can bring to it. A lot, I think. Wish me luck.
As my 2-year-old niece says, “Merry Krimsa!”