What does Monday mean to you?
Trying to make Monday your buddy is a struggle because its arrival, means the weekend is a wrap. Your freedom Friday is a thing of the past, and your sidewalk Sally Saturday is over. I don’t know why I said that; I couldn’t think of anything jazzy to put with Saturday, so there you go.
Side note, is a sidewalk Sally referring to a sex worker? I’ll google it later. Which reminds me, my google search history looks quite suspicious. If anyone were to look at my history randomly, they might think I was a lunatic.
I digress; over the years, I have learned to welcome Monday with open arms. Here me out, I’m human; I love sweets, pizza, burgers, and trying out different fancy restaurants. And I do it all, with bare minimum workouts.
My Saturday workouts should last 10 hours!
Not only do I eat like a bear that just woke up after winter hibernation, but my sleep is terrible. My husband and I stay up late watching movies, and that’s after waking up at the crack of freakin dawn to cheer like loud country bumpkins at our kids sporting events.
So for me, Mondays are a breath of fresh air!
It’s time to detox, go to bed early, work out for 60 minutes and get my mind back on track. Now that I think about it, Mondays come bouncing around every week to save my life. It consistently picks me up from the gutter and corrects all my wrongs.
I would look 105
I would have a big droopy behind
My eyes would be dark
My mind would be muddy
And my life would be cruddy
Monday, I LOVe you, buddy
You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!