Post-Vacation Blahs

[humantales]

I'm trying to decide if the way I feel lately is 1. depression, 2. simple exhaustion or 3. something medically wrong other than depression.

I'm on a diet and determined to lose weight. Since the beginning of the year, I've lost 28 pounds, so it's going pretty successfully, but it does mean that I don't have as much "fuel" as I'm used to. It also means I'm using up the fat stores I've accumulated over the years. Ultimately, that's all to the good--I'm still "obese" and have 72 pounds to go to get to my "ideal" weight. (Yeah, I'm trying to lose 100 pounds this year and, judging from how far I'm made it so far, I've got a pretty good chance of making it.)

My son's spring break was week before last. I told Goofy we needed to go away, but I wanted a "relaxing" vacation. Then he had to go to his company's trade show for the beginning of the week. In Orlando. His and Max's favorite vacation spot on earth, and one of my least favorites. I told him that I'd agree to go to WDW, the most expensive, over-hyped, plastic, hot, exhausting place on earth if there was something for me. Which he came up with; we went to see Wicked (the road show) in Fort Lauderdale the second night we were down there together, but the WDW portion of the trip was every bit as exhausting and unfun as I expected it would be.

The crossover big bang I signed up for has their rough drafts due this week (the 20th). I have over 15K words written--the minimum--but there's no flow, no story, just unconnected anecdotes. I can't decide if I should just bag it, or try to knock it into a story.

I'm tired, I'm cranky, Goofy's on the road all the time, or working all hours even when he is at home, and I just want to give up.

I'm tired.