Getting Over Mondays

I don’t like Mondays.

And I need to get over it. Mondays are a gift from God. Really, they are.

Unfortunately, for me, they are like the ugly ties or PJ bottoms that your mother gives you for Christmas.

No offense, mom. She still barely speaks to me after seeing her Christmas gifts in our yard sale.

But I’ve made a decision. As it’s commonly stated that insanity is doing the same things over and over yet expecting a different result, I’m going to take a different approach to Mondays.

I will go to the gym every Monday morning.

Why not?

I don’t like Mondays anyway. I don’t like working out, either. I may as well swallow all of the icky medicine at once. Nothing to lose.

But it could make Mondays better. Miracles do happen.

So that’s the plan…but it’s only Wednesday morning.

Plenty of time to talk myself out of it.