Fog lights required

I am in a Christmas fog.

It happens every year, like a lazy depression. Not actually depression, but more of a "winding down after the hype." There is so much build-up to Christmas day, with all the preparations and gift-buying and decorating. The holiday spirit lives in our house for a solid month, a crescendo of excitement and wonder. Then Christmas day happens and it's over, just like that. As soon as the last present is unwrapped we usher our Christmas Spirit out the door, where it sits homeless and frightened until the next December rolls around.

Every high has a low, and every low is hard to climb out of. But the good thing is this seasonal low is met with a new year, meaning new chances and new promises. Most of those promises I make to myself will undoubtedly be broken, but at least, like every year, I'm going to try. Who knows, maybe this is the year I succeed.

My first plan of attack: actually go back to spin class no less than twice a week.

My second plan of attack: work out with my husband so we can hold each other accountable.

My third plan of attack: have my implant removed.

My fourth plan of attack: have my cavities filled. 

My fifth plan of attack: pay down my debts.

And there you have it. All these plans are worth turning on the lights and slowly driving my way out of the Christmas fog bank. Now if I could just accomplish them all from my couch ...