Posted by Susan Sey Nov 29 2012, 12:50 am in holiday food, holiday madness, pit of despair, Susan Sey, victorial dahl
I’ve been a little down lately.
Not depressed or anything, just a touch…blue.
I won’t bore you with the details; suffice it to say that I–like many of us this time of year–am taking a routine visit to the Pit of Despair.
I suspect it has something to do with this being an “At Home Year” in terms of holiday travel. Now don’t misunderstand. I dearly adore the years we don’t take this circus on the road for the holidays. But I have to admit it–I miss my family something terrible. I was the only sister who missed Thanksgiving this year & I had kind of a hard time with it.
I’m not an amateur, though. I’ve lived far from my family for years & I know a thing or two about clawing my way out of the Pit of Despair. And since I have to assume that you lovely people also visit the holiday-themed PoD on occasion, I’m going to do you a solid. I’m going to share with you my time-honored recipe for busting out.
First, you need a treat. For me, this takes the form of a large bowl of ice cream. Typically the ice cream is shoveled into my mouth on frozen cookies, which serve as a spoon & therefore don’t count as the treat itself. Cookies & ice cream is my particular treat; you can scoop up whatever makes you happy. But you must take care to indulge in this treat alone. If other people are around they might A) judge you on the cookies-as-a-spoon thing, or B) talk to you. Neither is acceptable in my mind. Ice cream requires solitude.
Second, you need a juicy book. I’m indulging in one of Victoria Dahl’s contemporaries right now–Start Me Up. Love her. She’s so fast-paced & funny & deliciously dirty. (Not makes-you-feel-dirty dirty. Just makes-you-feel-naughty dirty. That’s the good kind of dirty, in case you were wondering.) For maximum effect,I recommend reading the book while eating the ice cream. Now that I have an e-reader, I can put the book on the stand & use both hands to eat. This is wonderfully convenient.
Now usually this is enough but sometimes I’m really deep in there & need an additional boost. If this is the case, I take Emergency Measures. This is generally Diet Coke, a hot bath, lunch out, or some combination of the three. Just something I usually deny myself.
Now I understand some women shop. This doesn’t work for me, as I’m not sized/shaped to feel validated by a trip to the mall. (I can’t even do shoes; I have thick ankles. It’s awful.) However, if that’s your thing, go for it.
I understand some women cook or bake. I don’t do this either, sadly. I used to but when I’m in the Pit of Despair, I need to feel indulged. Pampered. Appreciated. And nothing kills my self-esteem more than putting a delicious dinner on the table only to have my fussy little eaters sigh & ask if they can have a bowl of cereal.
This photo is several years old, but that’s my youngest up there, approaching dinner in protective goggles. As if my carefully and lovingly prepared meal were out to get her or something. And, yeah, that’s a bowl of cereal in front of her.
Is it any wonder I end up in the Pit of Despair so routinely?
So what about you? What do you do to shake the holiday blues? Or do you wait until the holidays are over to visit the Pit of Despair? What’s your recipe for busting out? Believe me when I say, I would love to hear all about it.