I am guessing that this is attributed to the fact that it is still over a week until payday for many people, and the post Christmas blues have set in. There are no fixed or traditional holidays in the foreseeable future, and the weather is, to be frank, pretty shite. But is it Blue Monday in the Erskine household?
Mondays are, for most people, a grit your teeth and get over it day. Monday occurs, as far as I am aware, once in every single week. Forever. So it's a great pity to spend a whole 7th of life feeling... well.... a bit down? Sighing and wishing the day was over? Monday to Friday are pretty much the same over again for me at the moment. Not being at work, and dedicating my days to the school and nursery runs. And breastfeeding. And cleaning, washing, hoovering. You get the picture. I am a housewife. I admit it. I do love the fact that I have a wonderful family, and although I find the general school-run and cleaning routine a little bit boring if I'm honest, I wouldn't have it any other way - for now. I have a lot to be thankful for, but like all the office dwellers (my once upon a time life) and other workers out there, I still find myself counting the days until the weekend, when there is someone to share the responsibilities, so help with the running of the house, the occupation of the kids. So why is it that the house is more of a tip on a Monday than any other day of the week?
Mondays are now also 'weigh-in' day. I haven't ventured over to the virtual fat club yet, but I have managed, in a week of eating very carefully, to lose a whole pound. One. Sodding. Pound. It just confirms my suspicion that the losing weight whilst breastfeeding thing just doesn't work for me. Had I spent the last week feasting on McDonalds and packing away the chocolate, I'd have stayed the same weight. So, is it worth trading a bit of serotonin release for a single pound off the hips?
Weight loss is a funny thing. You'd think that rationally, if you are not losing weight you'd try harder, but the exact opposite is true. When you see the numbers on the scales start to decrease, you get a huge dose of motivation. When you see no results, you head for the chocolate cupboard, then the pangs of guilt start to creep over your conscience.
Ok, just the weigh-in has tinged the day with blue already. I'm not going to head for the chocolate cupboard, I'm going to look at my kids, smile, get the house in order, and be thankful it's Monday. Even though I'm fat, skint, and lonely. Big raspberries.
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