I didn’t realize how much an entire week, (that’s seven entire days, in a row) of rain, wind, cold and early dark) had affected me, until the sun came out. It had been so long, that I almost didn’t recognize it. Kidding. But once I did…
Feeling sad, grumpy, moody, or anxious
My husband, John: Are you crying?
Shelley: No. Maybe.
John: Why are you crying?
Shelley: It’s this commercial. This company has done so much for the people.
Shelley: Yes. Shhhhh…. The next one’s on. Ahhh! How sad is that?
John: Are you OK?
Shelley: Of course. Why do you ask?
John: Well, it’s just that…
Shelley: I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. Today I just feel like crying.
Shelley: You do think there’s something wrong with me. Don’t you? Go ahead, just say it. Say, “Shelley, I think there’s something wrong with you.”
Shelley: Arghhhhh! What is wrong with me?
Shelley: I know what it is. It’s the weather. It’s getting to me. It’s wearing me down. Chip. Chip. Chip. We can’t even go for a walk without fear of drowning. Just look outside. Oh no, I’m sorry. You can’t. You know why you can’t? Because the rain is pelting the windows so hard, you can’t see through them. And, even if it wasn’t raining, it doesn’t matter. Want to know why? I’ll tell you why. Because it’s turned pitch black at 4:00. Holy S!@$!! I’ve got to get out of here. Leave Vancouver Island before I really lose it. Are you coming with me?
Lose interest in your usual activities
John: Want to go for a run?
Shelley: You’re kidding, right?
John: OK. No run. Let’s wrap up in rain gear and go for a walk. At least we’ll get outside.
John: Want to do an “Insanity” workout?
Shelley: God. No.
John: Watch TV?
John: “Paranormal 3?”
Shelley: I’m experiencing my own “Paranormal 3.” F@#%$!
John: So sex is definitely out of the question?
Sleep more and feel drowsy during the daytime.
Eat more and crave carbohydrates, such as bread and pasta
Shelley: That was over 10 minutes ago. I’m starving.
Shelley: Blechhhh…. I feel like I’ve turned into one gargantuan overcooked spaghetti noodle. Euuhhhhh… I hate my body. I should work out, or stop eating so much…. That’s it. Enough of this moaning about the weather. There’s nothing I can do about it. I need to accept it and get off my A$$… Not at this very instant, mind you. That’s silly talk. First thing tomorrow.
Scary, right? Not to worry. Next time the “weather” hits, I’ll be prepared.
Shelley and John