weekend

I bought my dad a grateful journal for Christmas as a stocking stuffer. My mom told me that she's seen him with it a couple times. I'm hoping that he's actually writing; it would do him so much good. He also found an old diet cookbook while cleaning out my grandmother's kitchen, one devoted solely to eating to improve your serotonin levels. He's been on an SSRI for years and recently his doctor told him that his medicine is helping him to gain weight as it increases his desire for sweets and simple carbs. He's near 300 pounds now. So this cookbook has become his new Bible. He spent all weekend telling me about it and about how he's already lost 2 pounds and thinks this will not only help him lose weight but also improve his serotonin naturally. Here's hoping.

I was in a bad mood last night, but I chose to be happy. I forced a smile onto my face, I skipped to the door to let the dogs out, I hummed a tune, and I planned a good meal for my husband (shrimp paella). At first I felt stupid and unnatural, but then I forgot I was forcing myself and was just happy. It was a revelation. I'm forcing myself again now. If it wasn't for this migraine I've been fighting for three days, it would be working a lot more quickly.

We had more snow over the weekend here than we've had in 20-something years. Over 6 inches on Sunday night, and it still hasn't melted. I worked from home on Monday, but I took some time to go outside and play with my husband and my dogs. Here are some pictures: