Monday, Monday. Who doesn’t hate a Monday? The weekend is over and it’s back to work, school, routine. In my quest to enjoy the present this week, I’m going to refrain from wishing for Friday and embrace Monday.
It got me thinking about who might like a Monday. Being the chronic dieter that I am, I realized that Mondays are great days for dieters. Everyone seems to think that Monday is the perfect day to start a diet. On Mondays, dieters everywhere pack their lunch - salad, an apple, and some bottled water- and throw their gym shoes into their bags. Monday is a day of resolve. They won’t be tempted by the doughnuts by the coffee machine or the call of the snack machine at 3:00 p.m. On Monday, they’ll eat their perfect lunch and go for a run. Oh, Monday, so full of hope for a lean and fit body.
Monday is so far away from Thursday when, exhausted from the week, dieters will have “just one” muffin, scrounge in their desk drawers for an old bag of candy, order fast food on the way home from work and eat their kids' left over french fries. The gym shoes won’t leave the bag on Thursdays because of some urgent meeting or other excuse. The resolve of Monday is long gone.
So, today, I am embracing Monday in all its hopefulness, carrot sticks and celery.
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