I know what you’re thinking.
But hey, it’s what I do. My blog, my rules. If I want to complain every single tuesday about how much Monday is screwing up my week… so be it.
On the plus side, I remembered when I got in bed Sunday night that I had forgot to take my haddock out of the freezer and was smart enough to get up and toss a piece in the fridge to defrost. Not like I was doing anything logical like sleeping Sunday night.
Hello insomnia. Haven’t missed you in the least.
Even though I have been having a hell of a time falling asleep and toss and turn most of the night… I seem to get a seriously badass sleep in the early hours of the morning… and you know, after I apparently turn off my alarm clock.
Reason #1 I hate Monday:
I have an auto alarm set for Mondays. Knowing I had dad’s truck I knew this alarm would give me plenty of time to prep my meals for the day and get my bag packed and actually lounge for 20 minutes or so.
Unfortunately I seemed to turn this alarm off (and don’t remember doing so) when it went off… and promptly rolled back over and passed out. I woke up 40 minutes later and made coffee/made food/ate meals 1 and 2/packed my bags/brushed my teeth and flew out the door in 30 minutes.
Unimpressed. Way to go Becca.
Reason #2 I hate Monday:
I have this awesome plant. It reminds me of jazz hands. It was 5$ and well… I haven’t killed it yet. Impressive.
If you look at the leaves on the left hand bottom side they look a little… ragged? Suddenly after this plant being here since APRIL Fritz has decided he wants to eat it.
I came home from work last night to hacked up plant leaves… right on one of the few bras I have left that actually fits.
Yeah, I know. That’s what I get for tossing it on the floor last night. But really? 90% of the weight I’ve lost this prep has been from my boobs. A bra that fits is hard to come by in this place, so really Fritz? REALLY?
Reason #3 I hate Mondays:
Backhanded compliments are stupid.
Like really. Do not stare at me. Do not WINK at me after i finish a heavy bench set. Do not finally speak to me after my second set of wide grip pullups to tell me I’m strong… “for a girl”.
A) I’m not a girl. Yes, I look like I’m 20, but I’m not. I’m 28.
B) I’m not strong “for a girl”. I’m just strong FOR MY SIZE.
No, I don’t lift the same weight “as a boy” but how many boys in the gym are my height/weight? (and eating a prep diet?).
One thing that is not included on this list which I actually thought WOULD be…. is the change up in my cardio. For this week on low carb days (aka Monday) I had to add in 15 minutes of extra hiit… either replacing my 5 minute warmup or tacked onto the end of my cardio. I did the 15 preworkout… then 20 post workout. Um yes. Painful. Sweaty. Hard. But…. awesome.
Here’s to another 6 days before I complain about Monday again!